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  • my mother was a pica.
    my grandma too was a pica.
    we are the daughters of pieros and our throat is red.
    our bodies are made for singing.
  • but we are damned to only snarl and cackle
    since we foolishly played with the muses.
  • we demand penance and follow this vengeful rage
    with abusive clamor till repayment.