Our rawest, dirtiest, darkest deeds,
unsung and unheard at daylight,
run quietly in the night, like thieves,
through the bush,
into the seas,

And oh, how hard and how easy it is
that we must pretend-

when our hearts and our heads and our beds
are filled with the images and scents of sin-

to send
this notion that we are what constitutes
good women.

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