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1:11:12
To the young maidens
of the world,

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wrest yourselves free
from the tyranny of virtue...

1:11:18
and taste without shame
the pleasures of the flesh.

1:11:21
Male power lies
in the clench of a fist,

1:11:24
but a woman's power
lies elsewhere:;

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in the velvet cavity
betwixt her thighs.

1:11:30
It's late, Simone, darling.
1:11:33
Put your poems aside.
1:12:41
Breakfast.
1:12:47
Madeleine, I beg you-
1:12:49
What have they done to you now ?
1:12:53
Tortures so ugly,
so medieval...

1:12:57
even I haven't the words
to describe them.


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