Ten-thousand pages burn to ash.
Ground with sweet wine's reddest grapes.
With mortar and pestle's volcanic stone,
obsidian handled brush's flaming tip,
gently graces this page with
Love
And stirs the embers of my heart.
Ground with sweet wine's reddest grapes.
With mortar and pestle's volcanic stone,
obsidian handled brush's flaming tip,
gently graces this page with
Love
And stirs the embers of my heart.
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