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“Will I open the womb and not bring to birth?
Will I, who create life, close the womb?”

“Now why do you scream, O Daughter of Zion?
Like a woman in travail…”

You’ll soon forget your pain,

You’ll soon forget your shame

And remember your labor no more.

Writhe.

Groan.

Push forth, my love.

Your legacy is soon to be born.