Purple blood rising with red
Availing osmotic imbalance
Bringing forth disquiet
Slipping taut with winsomeness
Bring it on, bring it on
Let me taste the quirk
Palate with remorseful blending
Sedate with the aroma of pain
Alas the day has come
When I no longer quiz the end
The tentative allure
The summary relaxation
Greater men have slumped
Along the same tortuous path
They have wondered why they
Could not make it to the end.
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