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About This Poem
And with a sip
The hurt, the pain were now combined.
Oh love, so lost, for which she pined.
A memory of sweet embrace.
Forever gone, without a trace.
This longing, now to be dissolved.
With just a sip quickly resolved.
And so the liquid death she drank.
Into the deadly sleep she sank.
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