Titan Unite Us

I boil the petals without cause;

filter their timorous thoughts,

cool their mountainous regrets,

pour their deadly dreams.

In the final gesture,

the taste is sublime.

Tart and sweet;

able to stain the unready soul.

A deep crimson to the eyes;

an ancient red-violet hue for the tongue,

the perfect perfume for memory,

a virtuous crime to the senses.

Let rain every thinking thing;

Aged and worn as filled with cankering rust.

Titan unite us.

Drink to us to dust.

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