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Poetry by Ritual Abuse Survivors

Ritual Abuse,
Ritual Crime
and Healing

Storm

the silence is so dark
and I can hear the pain
of one voice crying in the wilderness

(it's an echo)

an ovarian storm is brewing
but I don't have a paincoat
there's nothing I can do

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