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There, to the nearby oak looms a stagnant figure
yet, timelessly afar, lorn.
Beware the ulterior pond!
I tasted the water, wherein you bathed in the dawn
and the taste of that water, evoked a sudden williwaw
I gently drank this nepenthe, which I did not own
but now, I yen to withdraw this burden
utterly lies in this bosom
the wrath of my demon.