*This sonnet was majestically composed in collaboration with the lovely and brilliant Rose Gregoire.
From the anise do I awaken. Molten sugar dribbles into my veins; O languor! My mind’s overtaken—. The green fairy has me forsaken in pain; a siren, she beckons me to her shore: her green eyes incense my intemperance! Saffron locks graze my skin in our rapport, rendering a crucible of irreverence!! But your absinthial hold on me dies, as I now see and know your gross illusion of pure heart and at last do recognize that ample breasts, blonde locks spell ruination! Wherefore have I loved you? ‘Twas all my shame as I drowned in your absinthian game!
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