* I should like to be bold sopping wet greased with blood I slip out of my own grasp gushing forth from the dime-sized hole drilled straight through my thumb and out the nail— a small holy spring for you, my Giant— so you may wet the very tip of your tongue,
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* I should like to be bold sopping wet greased with blood I slip out of my own grasp gushing forth from the dime-sized hole drilled straight through my thumb and out the nail— a small holy spring for you, my Giant— so you may wet the very tip of your tongue,