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My book, a sweat-labor that took a summer and amounts to more than three hundred pages, will go to a GoogleDriveSomeWhere; I am sated. It was awful to have been thrown to the streets having paid the rent and a bonus to the landlord, and I am certain of the latent male-ness of the laws that laid claim to my paid-for domicile.
BUT
all doors have been closed for contact with the homeless, re which I am most concerned about the unsheltered of woman-kind-- perhaps selfishly but profoundly because my cause now is womanly, and 'body and breath' compel me to make sole association with HERS
so
I will hide; the embodiment of words that from rage SCREAMED about WHERE IS HOME???
pUBLIC yes i shall press in Drive; the arcana of my lusts, here and there, Drive away just to give the finger-middle and look-little
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