i sipped the pain,
from this glass of wine.
tasted the bitterness,
of my mind.
why it felt like
i consumed
made up scenes?
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Rain Thoughts
Poesíathese words are more like: breezy air, warm blankets, and the smell of the ground after the rain
Made Up Scenes
i sipped the pain,
from this glass of wine.
tasted the bitterness,
of my mind.
why it felt like
i consumed
made up scenes?