Liora-Elber H. Rivory

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They guard the gates, they think their walls secure.
An #article insists our cause is vain.
But sparks ignite the cracks—they won’t endure.
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Through #consciousness the silence cracks apart;
the myths collapse, the sleepers start to wake.
The world remade begins with beating hearts:
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They preach of order, but we just #elude;
we dance beyond their brittle, hollow rules.
No law can hold the power we exude:
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#Past whispers soft, but all its words are lies;
we rise beyond its dust, its shame, its scars.
The present burns, the future will arise:
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Still #yearn we must, but yearning births the fight,
a hunger sharp enough to split the dark.
Desire itself can set the world alight:
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A #pungent smoke drifts from their shattered throne,
but we breathe clear, our lungs alive with fire.
Their crown dissolves; the future is our own:
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The #malignant root still creeps beneath the law,
its poison ink inscribes us as a wound.
We carve new names to cleanse the world we saw:
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The #sentient night becomes our archive vast;
it holds the songs of sisters never named.
Their echo shatters silence from the past:
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When #bass and breath align, the future speaks.
Its cadence breaks the lock on every gate.
Step through the seam and learn the world we seek:
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We stand at dusk, a vigil in the rain.
No tyrant’s hand shall bind the rising flame.
Through whispered code, resistance finds her name:
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#Bionic hands reshape the ancient code.
The patriarchy trembles, built on sand.
Our futures rise beyond the weight they owed:
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The #abject weight of power scars the ground,
Its echo feeds on silence, fed by fear.
Yet every voice, once lost, can still be found:
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Beneath the noise, a #mystical shape sleeps.
It waits for those who see beyond the glass.

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A #vortex swirls beneath the painted floor,
Where myths were laid to keep her from the door.
It feeds on doubt, on dreams that twist and burn—
Yet from its spin, new galaxies return.

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A #susurrus beneath the shouted laws,
A whisper threading through the iron pause.
Not silence, but the storm before it speaks,
The breath that bends the tower as it leaks.

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To #shed is not to break, but to begin,
A husk unlatched to free the truth within.
The rules dissolve like ink in rising flood,
And walls grow soft beneath her unstopped blood.

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A #single thread they tried to stitch in place,
As if one strand could hold the storm at bay.
She slipped the seam with quiet, tensile grace,
And wove herself a world they can’t unweigh.

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The #speaker's voice is wrapped in gauze and thread,
A song that’s trimmed to fit a gentler mold.
They praise her echoes, not the words she said,
But still she speaks—ferocious, clear, and bold.

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She’s #someone only when she plays their part,
A mirror made to flatter, not to see.
But when she speaks with fire instead of art,
Their silence proves how loud her truth must be.

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They wrote her #STOP in signs along the way,
Red-flashing truths to keep her in her lane.
But every halt became a place to stay—
A hearth she built from boundaries and pain.

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#Spring coils inside her, tense and out of sight,
A wound wound tight beneath a velvet dress.
She laughs in buds, in gestures soft and light,
But every step resists their gentleness.

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A #splinter in the shape of something lost,
She haunts the frame they carved to keep her still.
Not broken—just divided by the cost
Of holding grace inside a shattered will.

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They call her #final, like a closing door,
An end, a hush, a line that won’t return.
But she’s the pause that waits for something more—
The breath the stars hold tight before they burn.

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Her #vision isn’t sight, but something deep—
A way of seeing through the veils they weave.
She dreams in roots, in silence she will keep,
And plants herself in what they can’t conceive.

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A #glitch in thought, where silence learns to breathe,
The world stutters, unsure of what it means.
A ripple stitched beneath the skin of myth,
Where woman slips between the coded scenes.

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