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Absinthe
Dear beloved wife,
A green glow of absinthe
A depository mouth to engage it
The sweet aroma of herbal wormwood
With sugar blocks melting per drop.
Fire, spoons and water
This is all that I ask for in you
For you are nothing compared to my absinthe
And my absinthe is of no comparison to you.
While both of you I love,
Only one will get me high.
Sincerely,
your devoted husband
A green glow of absinthe
A depository mouth to engage it
The sweet aroma of herbal wormwood
With sugar blocks melting per drop.
Fire, spoons and water
This is all that I ask for in you
For you are nothing compared to my absinthe
And my absinthe is of no comparison to you.
While both of you I love,
Only one will get me high.
Sincerely,
your devoted husband
Published 31st Oct 2014
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31st Oct 2014 4:18am
And it is the wife that brings the high. This is how I read it. The high of absinthe is fleeting, while the high of the wife is eternal.
