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The cull in the beauty

The cull in the beauty
of poison sings so sweet;
a ghost, a man that plays
remembrance
and lulls help me; the door
crashed when I wasn’t looking
and fools my sagacity,
Oh, the ecstasy and taste of my heart.    
Written by Pishashee
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