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Awash, we swilled Nova Scotian pear wine-
Pain’s corruptible assassination-
While rain erupted, interrupting panes.
Our kisses flailed against our wine-chilled lips.
Raptured in bed, we heard rain whine and hail
Dark, spectacular ejaculations,
Sensationally ugly murmuring-
Murderous, pierced, we sank like injured ships.