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Drowning In Jezebel's Absinthian Beauty
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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Ngoc Nguyen
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