An experience so personal, so exotic, so eros, I can not fully explain what sweet torture
I endured in the wee hours of January 1st by the dawn's early light, what so glaring epiphany
leapt from the shadows bright like fire, and like an angelic host my soul and body secured.
So convinced the vision is real, please don't attempt to persuade me otherwise, therefore
no more be said, I promise. Only pray, you poets, that comet come for real, and snuff us out
like candles, that we need not suffer yet another unfulfilled doomsday prophecy.
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