The wine thatI poured on my throat,
flowing through my vain.
The splashes of the red liquid,
cure my pain.
The bittersweet taste,
stucked on my tongue.
Is the better taste,
than the kiss of your lie.
🍁🍁🍁
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SEASON TO FALL [Memoir Series #1] ✅
PoetryWe fall, every season. We love, who they are. We lose, because the hope lost. -Ristin 🍁
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The wine thatI poured on my throat,
flowing through my vain.
The splashes of the red liquid,
cure my pain.
The bittersweet taste,
stucked on my tongue.
Is the better taste,
than the kiss of your lie.
🍁🍁🍁