exquisite σαπίλα whose grave bouquet

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Exquisite σαπίλα whose grave bouquet
Zephyrus and cold Boreas convey
(Rather would shun) mixed with must and dry clay
Along with floating flakes of rufous hay.

Puffs of no substance flare nostrils in dread
Of browning petals and shriveled drupe spread
Under wet boughs, fruitless, black, wholly bled.
Noxious airs from guts nourishing chyme fed
Darkest breath that razed our dead, lovely, fine.

An acrostic of admiration and disgust. What a difficult man.

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