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Sep 12
I want to pull my ******* down
place my pink flesh
on your cold and tired pew of history

my desire
my rage
searing your self-serving traditions shut
and revealing the warmth of a new era

one where you are left behind
still incensed
still afraid
of anything shaped like a woman
Written by
Jami Tennille
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