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90 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 28, 2014

Cunny like honey.
Morning dew on rosebud waits.
Touch sets Rome aflame.

“A recognition of what we were: slaves who could be used at the will of their master.”
“I was a woman with my own mind, my own heart, my own body and needs I was not a farm animal, to be told when to breed. I was not a dog, to be collared. I was not, in the center of my being, a slave.”
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