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Overheard in a crypt: (Free verse) by fevriere "Here's a potion
to heal our divide
(our twoness, our broken flesh)
like a champagne toast to the grave.
Steal a thirsty kiss-
Lick it off my lips-"
What a thirst this is!
And what a kiss.
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