" Off the coreth of the ripened past,
Oft i have quaffed the briny droplets..
From the vintage poisoned woed eyelets;
Sorrow to whom is eternally wreathed,aye that too,tenderly steadfast,
On poesy's softest wings, I shall drink it with thine love's pleasure,a pleasure that will blissfully last "
- Marianne Sage
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