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As I struggle with this russet toleration 
reminiscence of youth betray me 
and then that wretched stench wallows 
into this empty echoing room uttering: 
“let eyes henceforth be slanted 
and countenance continuously colorless” 
I waltz through pastures of past 
When abruptly her visage vigorously jigs up, 
as do those fumes from chasms below 
I can still heed her pleasure of betrayal, 
as I reach for lost passages of wits 
And as drops of dew bug from behind 
that wretched stench returns 
 
Finish now, for I necessitate remembrance…

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