We Six Women
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I rage
against
The man-god
Who would
take all
And leave us
dry
As old dry
bones
With not
even spit
In our
mouths.
Gather
together,
You old dry
bones,
Gird your
thighs with fire
And cross
the line.
There’s more
to this
Than the
Blood of the Lamb.
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