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A Woman

A Woman

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I am the smell of freshly cut grass

On a summers morning,

The rainbow reflection from

The light through your mirror


I am a woman

A woman your god fearing mother

Warned you of in your youth,

I am a power beyond measure

Beyond your wildest dreams,

A force of reckoning

A force of light and power

And everything in between


Fear me, fear for your pride

And pray you don't cross my path


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