Poison
Wine can invest the most disgusting hole With wonders to our eyes, And make the fabled porticoes arise In its red vapour's gold That show in sunsets seen through hazy skies. Opium will expand beyond all measures, Stretch out the limitless, Will deepen time, make rapture bottomless, With dismal pleasures Surfeit the soul to point of helplessness. But that is nothing to the poison flow Out of your eyes, those round Green lakes in which my soul turns upside-down... To these my dreams all go At these most bitter gulfs to drink or drown. But all that is not worth the prodigy Of your saliva, girl, That bites my soul, and dizzies it, and swirls It down remorselessly, Rolling it, fainting, to the underworld!
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"Wine can invest the most disgusting hole..."
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