Ambrosia
C
Crimson Love
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A nectar of the gods,
Deeming mortals with immortality,
A fine spun gold of immortal divinity,
Lips touch the way of the gods,
and are brought to the gates of light,
Enlightened by the divine,
you take in the aroma,
it beckons such a deep kiss,
yet you remain the spectator for such godly bliss.
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