8 You grow in me with every sip of water, With every scale I shed And word I prove. I can't escape you -- I'm your Holy Virgin. Your touch is my invisible tattoo. You hide in me -- I cannot reach your body, And I am lost in playing hide-and-seek. But I still know that I am getting closer, Because, with every loss, you grow in me. The term will come -- The ninth month is September. And had I found you or forever lost, The tenth day of the month must make me ready -- At last, at least, I will give birth To you.


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