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Sunday, November 28, 2010

Sweet Wine.

Too much drink
Makes the world spin.

I wish
That I could grasp you
In my hands,
And see your eyes
Locked in mine
Like so many times before.

The whirlwinds when I close my eyes,

I want, and crave
Your scent that is
Hanging in my mind.

But I am far too nauseous
To do anything about it
At all.
Posted by Pretentious Asshole #9 at 10:13 PM

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