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Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Sauvignon

Sweet wine sprint through my veins
and disguise this pain
and calamity as
a calm and peaceful sea.
Sweet wine wet my lips
with the taste of something
much too sweet for me to
taste.
Sweet wine fill this imprint
on my empty bed with a
soul to hold me tight at night.
Sweet wine dance me to the
break of day when all the pretty
words I say turn to dust
to be swept under
the proverbial rug that I
pronounce as reality.
Sweet wine
show yourself as an
entity to hold
my
heart
together.
To hold my
mind
tight.
To hold my
hand
And laugh at all my stupid jokes.
Sweet wine...
just let me dream,
even if just for the night.

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