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iii. the evening hours | iv. the sunlit hours - both by émile verhaeren.
"and now that it is dying and the night has misted all the garden with its breath, my being that so dwells in all this ruin shall learn to die in sharing thus its death."
ii. a certain hunger - by chelsea g. summers.
"few women come into maturity unscathed by the suffocating pink press of girlhood"