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OrpheusOrpheus drunk on the wine of words, titillating verse in melodious rhyme. Conjured the mundane into music, revered by poets, a legacy in time. Muses once lost now reincarnated, brought to life in lyrical rhythm. Sung by lovers and wandering souls, a mystical meditation given. A little bit of Oprheus we possess, which turns a lexophile into a poet. We write because we truly must, words personified as we know it. Orpheus, giver of poetry and song, grand inspiration without measure. Give us your rare, mythical magic, give us beautiful words to treasure. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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