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Jan 8
Morphine,
  Like her sister, Absinthe,  has a slender, glass waist,
  But she is not as green,
  And lacks taste.

  Both have fragile wings
And whisper things
         You didn't want to know.
  One day Absinthe will fly away,
         Morphine...
         Never
         Lets you go.
Rich Hues
Written by
Rich Hues  M/Burano
(M/Burano)   
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