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Cured by Her Essence

I drank from her
majestic

laid at her lap
lapping up
her healing resources,

drafting sweet drams
and incandescence

and her eyes closed
as she spoke of the stars.

Nebula healing tetragrams
spangling convolutions
and her healing libation

her fountain gave way
and I suckled the snow flakes
that opened my eyes

she held my face
and pressed herself forward
until the last drop
I'd tasted and my fever
made liquid by dew.

Forever thankful,
I licked my lips
of their flavor,
and fell asleep
in the tuft
of her mew.

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