I will write poetry for the disciple forever; sonnets of desire dedicated to that image of love.
I will slow sip on bliss like sake, and hammer back tears of our passions demise by the shot.
I will smile at you old love, the sweetest exchange of power now an unfortunate wasted lot.
I will celebrate this life hour by hour; every beauty of earth my eyes will taste and my mouth will devour.
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