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A poem tribute to the lady caught hanging at the window of the concert hall during the Paris carnage. Help ! I'm pregnant. She was perilously clutching Tooth and nail to the castrated window She thought would harbor her panic And placate her disarray Bellowing her throat out Ripping out the numbness of the scene Please help ! Help ! I'm conjuring your chivalry Help me salvage my asylum Conquer anew my shield Convalesce my autonomy Safeguard my peculiarity Withstand my chastity Help ! I'm pregnant I'm gravid with nativity inside my bursting gut Gusto indoors my veins Don't let bête noir Torpedo our culture,propagate abhorrence Pilfer our grin, Terminate our jubilation The aftermath of our salvation Is every inch in your hands Is inside my conceiving belly So lend me your hands ....

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