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ChrysostomBy C.S. ScotkinI called you Chrysostomfrom the first time we spoke;I confess to you now.Chrysostom, Golden Mouth,no word or kiss has cometo ever cause me pain.Strange, these kisses, these wordscoming at the twilight.tasting of new pressed wine.
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