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Aug 13
How sweet it is to, deep into the night,
    Let percolate your dreams in dripping suds
Of glowingly inebriate delight
    Distilled from golden rills and amber floods,
And into threads of starlight finely spun—  
    All witched by frozen moonlight, pitched in black—
Descend your limbs (made heavy by the run
    Of daily cares), and lay relaxed and slack
Till, saturate with drowsiness—and high
    Within a space of jewels and gems and jet—
You fall into the black hole's empty eye,
    And all the world and all your self forget.
How sweet it is to all your life forsake,
Forgetting you had ever been awake.
Knit Personality
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     Breon, Graff1980 and BR Dragos
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