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I like to imagine Ganymede, famed wine-bearer of the pantheon, to be a skilled bartender despite his youthful naivete Perhaps his wish is, using his nightly tips, to care for his father
Oh World! Oh World!Be either cruel or just,Only promise-Care oh World!Care for my struggle to the lastAnd any other world so vitalNot to compare if onlyOh world-Care me to my last!
I write because I'm in love. I am in love. I repeat it to myself daily, An ecstasy of Romantic caliber, A revelry of Classical Dionysian cultics.