the perfume of the moment fades into the stench of time

When first taste

my tongue did touch

so entangled with the scent

of blossoms ripe and telluric

transfixed within the sweet

intoxication of new worlds

until a dissonant piquance

did sour my hunger

and orient my sense

towards a bitter resolve

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