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BECAME
That Cradle Of Wood, That Cart Of Clay
In The Game Of Their Feministic Sham(e)
When She Called Me On Her Last Menstrual Day
The Smoking Gun Between You and Me
Since ‘Sinners’ Redeemed Their Right/Rite To ‘Sin’
What The Zephyr Whispered To The Wind
Iran’s Islamic Inertia
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