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his crimes
preserve her cravings
she can never be satisfied
with his contentment

perversions of memory
beget warnings of secrets
a fire would consume them
but there was a question of thirst

terse wavelengths
of transparent logic
are insufficient serums
compared to whisky and wine

the priest was a hypnotist
their vows incantations
explaining why fidelity
has the air of wandering
as if in a solemn trance

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