by courtesy of god I give you Venice

look into her crystal eyes
she is the mistress you try to forget
but her taste sits upon your tongue like bitter chocolate
rotting your dreams
lost, you are within her maze
graciously lead to the center of her soul
you reach for the Venice of antiquity
of passions lost in the sordid depths of her veins
you are a poet drunk with possibilities
in a city that does not exist

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