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And when she found the ancient tome
whose skin sent sibilant shivers through her
she slept secretly, pages pressed against her heart
to dream of nāginī and the undulating sea.

But when she could bear it no longer,
this separation of story and soul,
she opened her throat and swallowed it
taking the serpent’s slow and slippery slide inside of her.



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