| Waxing by Padma Jared Thornlyre O pale daughter of blood-relentless memory I thought I knew the mouth which spoke me you beheld me beneath your rose-cauldron incantatory mouth erect as a man could be and waxing still O salt of blood and tears your taste the galaxy that binds us
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