"I'm always this colour," said Galatea. "Because I used to be made of stone."
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Stories by GalateaOfIvory
Hallelujah, I Laugh Because I Know
Poem by Galatea.
Come, Father, show me how,
The candle fell to the floor,
And death stood motionless.
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Millie, And The Other Little Girls
Poem by Galatea
I cannot love my mother's mole covered belly.
Not since I learnt the shame of incest.
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