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                 I    I      
           watched & waited    
         under curious glass           with burning wings
              as iridescent hopes fell                held by such whispers    
                                           like dust powdering           from lips which touched                          
         the velvet; Soft
        once in the breeze.
        Flight, found again
         in the last sip. Sweet
        nectar forever pinned
       in an immortality
       extinguished.
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