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Second in the backlog bag! enjoy.

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// love is a poison

oh, fairest love! men long have sung your name,
and laud it greater than each man before-
the beauty in the winter's hellebore,
you surely do deserve eternal fame.
oh, lily-of-the-valley, poisoned white-
you have enthralled no end of worthy men
all slaves to you, still now as it was then,
so willingly, they take your aconite.
oh, passion's stem! as bloodroot wracks the soul
you plant on sufferers a nightshade's kiss-
those drown in you, who then seek hemlock's bliss;
you, meadow saffron, many lives have stole.

ah, you false sin!- pray trouble not this heart;
yet, I beseech you- never from me part.

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