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Uncanny Passion
There is something about thy
Odor- almost infallibly refined
An awakening of the senses
A roasting of the oblivious mind
For never have I,
In feeling and thought combined,
Ever lusted for a complexity as such
Of a lover going blind
Even if night and morning
Were to intertwine-
With you I shall soar
Into the ages erstwhile
Sinking in thought
Of Theology implied
And the ages of yore
Of a primordial mankind
Observing the Mesopotamians
Worshiping in their shrines
And the Phoenician ships
Sailing through the Seas of Time
This all takes place
When near thy marvel I lie
Deem me insane
Deem my passion malign
When I claim that a cup of coffee
Is what all this is behind
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