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WENDY STERN - POEMS
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Blood of a woman
He carried me and this blood of a woman,
Slower and slower, more and more frail.
He carried me and this blood of a woman,
Year after year of too much pain.
He carried me and this blood of a woman,
Till she no longer had a life any more.
He carried me and this blood of a woman,
Weaker and weaker, paler and paler.
He carried me and this blood of a woman,
Till she barely had any blood any more.
He carried me and this blood of a woman,
Over and over, over and over.
He carried me and this blood of a woman,
Till there was no blood, no woman, no life any more.
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