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How I wished I could perfect the brew, but I couldn't . . .
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Inhale my scent, darling; sip my bones like nectar with sweetly luscious lips like sugar,
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You, oh, ungodly fairy drifted among the cherry blossoms that feared the deadly shivers of the cold . . .
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'Twas your salty tears that made this soiled heart bitter, for I could not bear to admire love, as it did once imprison me . . .
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Stingy tears lingered amidst freshly sewn gashes, bleeding black, bleeding blue . . .
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How is it then I remain nostalgic for the future?
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your nimble tongue slick on the verge of insult: razor-sharp, a devious connoisseur of acquainted linguistics, so moist, so lush, I could almost taste..
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And in that moment, i was blameless, and heaven no longer perfection . . .
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Is it a wonder we're all oh, so alone?
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an earth, so white, so white
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