Katarina Rheeder Biography

We are sweetest sisters, our backs turned to the world
Can you see the woman - emerging from the girl
Can you see the bruises, hear the cries unheard?
All those years of hiding, noone said a word
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The clamour of my heart beating against its bars of reason is deafening
My chest is tight and confining
My mouth is dry and unreliable
My hands are shaky but warm
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The moon is a sliver
My heart is a stone
I've found the giver
But I'm still alone
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I know your story
I saw you as an old man
You had your back turned to me
Curly, sparse, black hairs on your neck
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I lived, I died, a thousand times!
A thousand tears, a thousand smiles.
What do you want to know from me,
that I've not already given away?
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