Turning tremulously
Time is an illusion
As you tempt me
With tastes exotic
And expansive
Muted miracles
Of melody and
Rhythm resounding
Polyphonic passions
Emerge enchanted
By your obtuse timbre
Poison obliterated
By your singular
Elixir elicits
Pure peace
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