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Venus

Where are notes of gypsum kept        
When Venus rose and a flower wept        
Accordingly I looked – through a burning latch          
Neither eased nor certain of success        
         
Piercing ailments of the morning hour        
With Venus upon her looking tower        
Impaled a brightness of ample power     
As she sang alone to the little flower.
Written by Pishashee
Published | Edited 11th Feb 2014
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