How potent must be this wine, undiscovered and untouched, eternally fermented in the lonely sorrows of infinite longing. How delirious must be its intoxication, flooding your mind and drowning every desire; as I swim deep into its ocean of darkness, to that lost cemetery where you buried all this desolate pain; I soak it all up within my porous heart, and let you squeeze it till the last drop, slowly out of my infatuate soul. How magnificent would it be to drink from this forbidden chalice, polished to glisten, by an endless onslaught of hate and regret; as you question the very notion of love, and discover it once again, in my unkempt garden of dreams; I dare you, to take a sip.
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