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The Mother of God
| The threefold terror of love; a fallen flare | | Through the hollow of an ear; | | Wings beating about the room; | | The terror of all terrors that I bore | | The Heavens in my womb. | | | | | | Had I not found content among the shows | | Every common woman knows, | | Chimney corner, garden walk, | | Or rocky cistern where we tread the clothes | | And gather all the talk? | | | | | | What is this flesh I purchased with my pains, | | This fallen star my milk sustains, | | This love that makes my heart’s blood stop | | Or strikes a sudden chill into my bones | | And bids my hair
stand up? |
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By PanEris
using Melati.
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