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Ecstatic Disposition,
This potion has swallowed
Her inhibitions
In a vice-like doter
She’d never denoted to ken
In a wish she wanted so deeply
She lost it on the path
To letting it go…

Hopeful inquisition,
her skin was too parched
To burn
Could she turn there?
Take their dare to test
The questions to the replications
In the hush afore the tempest,
Spurned voice trembling