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Lunacy is the fruit
Which Cupid presses
To make wine
For mortals to be drunk off all reason.
He offers it to me
Cupped in the curve of your lips
Which beg to be tasted.
And so I do,
Drinking the wine deeply,
Tasting it’s fever and sweetness,
Knowing its potency and compulsions,
I still consume it,
Willing to be lost
In the madness of you.
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