I conjured up a potion of
all your tears and
mine. Kept them
in an old
carafe and
aged them
like fine wine.
This mixture was so
powerful, half misery,
half pain. A perfect comb-
ination. I drank and
went insane.
A Poem: Vintage 1992
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I conjured up a potion of
all your tears and
mine. Kept them
in an old
carafe and
aged them
like fine wine.
This mixture was so
powerful, half misery,
half pain. A perfect comb-
ination. I drank and
went insane.
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