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She's ready to believe it.
Forearms open, spine angled back, facing the sky,
she's made an offering
and she expects a return on her investment.
A ladyhawk swoops down from the oak
and tears into squealing flesh,
one mistrustful eye on her unseeing face
and bare chest. The beast performs favors
for a woman unseen.

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