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When she kissed my cry

I was purified and saved. But her devilry devoured

my soul and broke my inner fragrance of unearthly wisdom and virtue...

She nurtured me for a battle outside the walls of love's maddening meadows...

her dexterous mind held a sword of dialectic mystery,

which she gently poured upon my eyes... hypnotizing my senses, imprisoning my imagination.

Her heart was but a dextrose of rosy dew, as her lips fell on mine...

But I could see her passion only with the mirror of blind faith within me.

The End

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