Wine is the bitter soulmate
for those waiting for their lovers
t o w a l k
through the door;
home at least and darling,
i've been dying to drink you in.
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Letters to Jessica
General FictionBut as her eyes began to close And her temperature began to drop And the tears began to fall I did not say a word And as the black began to appear And the funeral began to start I found myself with a pen and paper I haven't stopped writing yet.
