A Quote by John Ashbery
We are prisoners of the world's demented sink.
The soft enchantments of our years of innocence
Are harvested by accredited experience
Our fondest memories soon turn to poison
And only oblivion remains in season.
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They abandon the Ambrosial Nectar and turn to poison, they earn poison, and poison is their only wealth.
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