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A kiss sealed the Chrysalis
And ‘pon rosewater tides did depose
All reason, despite fevered dissidence
As desire contrived repose

An adulterated metamorphosis
The shell By ruby lips imbued
With a clear and present longing
Both in presence and In Fugue

A butterfly in promise
In absence tainted by heart’s Pang
Emerged a crimson moth in practice
Now beholden to the Fang

A new Voracious hunger
At the behest of the infernal
Replaces passion unrelenting
With insanity eternal.

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