Her empty room, the candle snuffed— Behind gauze curtains, time to sleep. Cried out, she longs to slash her guts. Her heart—men do not know it.
Hmmm. You have a point.
(And how do you think I'm reading this stuff, but one or two characters at a time? Some of the headnotes, I can almost do a whole phrase without looking something up, but the poems, ha!)
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Her empty room, the candle snuffed—
Behind gauze curtains, time to sleep.
Cried out, she longs to slash her guts.
Her heart—men do not know it.
Hmmm. You have a point.
(And how do you think I'm reading this stuff, but one or two characters at a time? Some of the headnotes, I can almost do a whole phrase without looking something up, but the poems, ha!)