Cherry Wine...
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Cherry Wine is a poem inspired by Amy Whinehouse and the intricacies of her personal life. In this poem, the character sips her cherry wine, thinks, and reminisces before her performance. The style of the poem is sestina (extremely rare). This poem is copyrighted and not to be transferred, used, and/or copied in any way.
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