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by only two drops of wine.
another lovesick on borderline
i drank to see
what would happen.
when first drop that fell
down my throat.
i was on cloud nine
thinking you were mine,
but how am i sitting
with two bottles of wine.
my friends call it
a work of the divine,
but my thoughts
are now saltier
than brine.
the crumbling walls
hiding behind
the notched walls
have heard many lovers pine,
leaning on the table
of nine,
all these verses ,
i did nothing but whine.
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Sealed Lips
Poetry𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱, You were 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱.
