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And it’s not to do with the war, rather some thoughts catalyzed by Naz’s poem, Sidereal.

She knows she’s liberated
None of that inferior shite
For her no kowtowing either
She stands her ground
Watching the innuendo
And deliberate acts
Float on by
And yet she’s pissed
At the violation of her space
…. by a Male