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grief is a goddess
as is shame
and their older sister, rage

a man, treacherous and weak
beat a woman he called his
until she laid on the ground, curled up and shivering

& out of her tears
they emerged

ready to pull her off her knees,
tilting her head up and pushing her forward

fight
fight
fight

we will not rest until they all burn

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