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I have grown with a trellis like a pavilion. A once upon a time in fiction. Artistically waving my strings and vines every day, Green in color but not a hay. Imbibing daylight, Night's fiend and the tippler moon. Swilled the stars to dawn. He gave me colors; Luxuriously Oro blanco turned into liquors, Even though I am creating rainbows, In the darkness, a rain of wines flowed into pillows. And others like V. Vinifera dreamt of victory, But I know, deep inside, it's a misery. Indeed, it's all my fault! I am pouring a lot, can't state a halt, My love was taken as mean, Maybe for you, it's just a raisin. 'And I am dying with regret.' Words he'll never forget. I was like made into poison. A poison that will lead you into confession, Like blood imaging in another dimension. Every night will always be a last shot, Or perhaps he can just light you up. Standing at a podium like a prunt, But never in front. Go ahead, spit those words you've felt; It'll be a goodbye like a sunset, Thought a laughter without adieu In reality, everything's blue, It'll be gone like a snap, Help yourself, my dear, just take a nap. I know you've had a lot. A glass of art, I am just dreaming about the things in my heart. A kind of heart you won't understand, That's why I drink like a man. And I don't need a helping hand, Because only you can find yourself in the end.
