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My daughters

Updated: Sep 10, 2023


I hope when my daughters grow up their voices drown mine out as they shout from the rooftops

I hope they grow up to be furious and loud

I want their voices to carry across the expanse and overtake the hum of indifference

Drown out the evil that wishes to pack them in boxes, pluck out their eyes and tear them limb from limb

For they are my daughters

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