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Words are the liquor of the mind;
thy vortical spirit arose
as if by a goddess divined
from percolated pleasure throes
or paroxysmal modes of thought
brewed up by some rhapsodic force
which nonetheless would be forgot
by long term memory divorce...
 
which will not anchor thoughts to scrolls,
as sages noted long ago,
and much the same as human souls:
 
whence to more nothing they bestow
all those brief matters of the heart...
 
even the ones...with Cupid's dart 🎯
Written by MidnightSonneteer
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