His Red Wine

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He opened you up like a bottle of wine to taste your spirit and explore your soul,
and in day-light he abandoned you to the shadows; half empty and never whole.
Then came the night and he returned to hold you again but he lost control;
alone and intoxicated, he accidentally dropped you to his bedroom floor
and you became something he couldn’t erase, you became evermore
and he no longer drank red wine again, even though it’s what he most adores.

 

 

 

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