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In Rhythm
Postman’s Wife
Postman's Wife

She’s hysterical, his biblical perfection Can work the locks to her own hands And when he’s gone, she’ll scream outside A burning space oddity, just like other girls Perfect maids, marching in the street It takes cruelty to seem so kind To one’s neighbour, to oneself Words become corrupt When parity is missing in their […]