Though its hard lips snarled).
To save their houses, olive groves... to save
Herself! And these other selves--part of her
And part of the one who drove the Monster
Closer now, with droning, cacophonous,
Tank-like clanking,
And the sun in its panes like eyes.
Surely
It must stop, if she steels her will, is resolute,
Peers in his eyes... surely... then... understand...
He will--the suffering, the children, why she stood
In its way--
Barely a woman, bones against
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