Golden Nectar

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A cup of gold,

Lost amongst the mortals of this poor world,

Sweet aroma, burns the throat,

Takes me to the place, 

Where memories die alone,


Take a sip, lay back your head,

Swallow slow and savour it,

Feel it coursing through your veins,

Close your eyes pretend you're dead,

Let the sensation steal your soul.

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