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Glass pressed to your curious smile your eyes are already drunk empty though it seems I still taste the wine on your lips I know the flavor well by now bitterness gives way to a rosy sting and I melt into the chalice and feel at home as a grape pressed and aged and allowed to breath finally savored
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Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC
Chalice
Glass pressed to your curious smile your eyes are already drunk empty though it seems I still taste the wine on your lips I know the flavor well by now bitterness gives way to a rosy sting and I melt into the chalice and feel at home as a grape pressed and aged and allowed to breath finally savored
eli-richey
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Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC
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