Fermented MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

Wineslid down
The elliptical glass sphere
Of your crystal goblet.
As youlowered it from your kiss
It held onto the walls
Of its captivetank,
Hoping to escape
And stain your colorless touch
With crimson andruby color.
The shade your heart should be.
But you taste of bittertoo,
And the only sweetness you've kept
Is now frosted.
Your love isaged.
Your skin is weak.
Your tender liquor -
Dried.
Vinesgrow
Like your truth is told,
Twisted
And with the orchard aroundyou,
No flower
Would dare to blossom,
In your deceiving soil.





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