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"The Soul Selects Her Own Society" / Get Off My Mat

Your words spill out empty
and you claimed not to hear
when I called to you most urgently

And so just as Emily
isolated herself from men like you
So will I bid you adieu

I’m closing the door and I might
break and grant the Emperor entry
but you’re not a sovereign, or kneeling, and you never will be



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