God is a many-headed lioness I am clamped in a set of jaws she tosses her head bone-piercing where teeth penetrate I do not die she shakes there is no truth but this love is gone solace indiscrete I act in love not with love somewhere it escaped I make myself limp to be the shaken one the best shakee one can be bunny lives another day -Celia Quinn
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A lot of people are feeling like this in the midst of this pandemic, grieving for lost loved ones, out of work, unable to provide for their children, abandoned by government, violence impending. Thank you for sharing your desperation. It made me feel less alone. We are going through hell and as Winston said, we have to keep going. Even this will turn again.