On the picture with a thousand tongues,
I taste ambrosia, sweet in song.
It’s beat to swallow embers be,
Lasting till infinity.
Still like wine,
As sugars sweet.
Till rifts of time.
Stop, repeat.
In this darkened hallow we will meet.
And dine on silver, hard as teeth.
For on the picture with a thousand tongues,
I taste ambrosia, sweet in song.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 10th, 2025 06:18
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Comments2
What beautiful words adorn this setting of sweet delight
"One for the pallet". Lol
Now that's one for the sweet pallet, beautifully written
Thanks. Lol. Have u ever heard of the guy who could taste shapes? Lmao. Reminds me of this.
No i haven't,but will look that up
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