| Under the shadowed covering
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| Hold this body as its shattering
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| Nerves and hearts lie quivering
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| Your traumas, how they go unseen
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| A lifting of the covered dark
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| The silence there it breaks your heart
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| Buried sounds I believe you
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| I tell you now, I always knew
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| That this happens to women
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| Oh oh oh and women-kind
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| Maimed bodies make the longest of lines
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| So the voices sink deep down
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| Ropes they pull at buried sounds
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| Reigning hands they threaten us
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| To carry inside a silent dust
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| Our body’s not a public space
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| A corporal autonomous space
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| Hands that enter your space
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| They violate the whole human race
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| Take your body back for you
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| In sacred flesh held in sacred view
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| Women girls, all genders align
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| Survivor’s blood, survivors mind
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| And everyone who cares for others lives
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| It’s time, this silence comes alive
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| Before it breaks the night
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| And there are no stars left in our eyes
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| I hear your silence I always knew
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| I tell you now
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| I believe you |