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If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad.
~Lord Byron

Take beautifulest draughts
Of mellifluous maelstroms;
Let vicissitudes of hands
Enclose euphoric atmospheres
From the panoramic strand,
Weeping volumetric seas of tears;
Anodynes of fabled lands
Quench the starfish seas concupiscence;
And all's on shifting sand,
Victims of the strangest happenstance.

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