Four of the roses were on fire.
They stood up straight and pure on the stalk, gripping the dark like prophets
and howling colossal intimacies from the back of their fused throats.
- XXVII. MITWELT
They stood up straight and pure on the stalk, gripping the dark like prophets
and howling colossal intimacies from the back of their fused throats.
- XXVII. MITWELT
( Anne Carson )
[ Autobiography of Red ]
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