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A leaking cistern.
A steady diet of high cheekbones
and crushed velvet.
Jaded, yet elated
that I will soon be no more.
The vial drops to the floor.
A bitter taste
to cure a ceaseless ache.
The veil drops from your face.
Your words in my ear,
“Fortune shines on those who give a damn.”