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From Rachel Rose:

February 26, 2016
On the seventh day we could not rest. You paced the dawn.
I sang the scream of beaten women. You wailed at the wall. I kissed
the bronze knife of the Goddess. You ripped the sacred garments.
I served the breasts and miracles
on a platter of relics.
From “The Prayer“, in Rattle magazine
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