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About This Poem
Spirit of Nectar
Oh- the sweet nectar so missed
Ambrosia upon my lips
Rapturous plague deep within
Needing depths, flagrant, await their first
turn
My core- a rosey plummet
Addict of internal war
Greedy- forever needy
Core, filling with hedomania- begs!
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