Saturday Nights Spent In Ruin

July 3, 2012
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The adults sit back and drink wine
Red wine, that creates
Swirls on the side of their clear glasses
They laugh with a feverish warmth
the kind that, if you didn't have anyone,
would make you feel alone
Their children pinpoint their eyes
on the forbidden liquid
They fancy a taste
because rebellion flows through their
like rivers of impulse.

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