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Rated: E · Poetry · Contest Entry · #2203117
Honorable mention Oriental Poetry Contest

Every pleasure I destroy, why, I cannot say,
Happiness I think I feel, 'til it goes away,
Delicacies I consume, 'til so sick I cry,
Love, like gentle rain descends, 'til I drink it dry.

Dedicated to the memory of Philip Seymour Hoffman.

1. a 4 line poem, a tetrastich.
2. syllabic, written in 12 syllable lines broken by caesura after the 7th syllable.
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