I stare at wine, (the candles dance and look like people).
The reflection bounces on the brim (a surreal, green illusion).
I stare at wine, (the rosey glass invites me in).
I can feel my pulse.
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 4:37 PM UTC
I stare at wine, (the candles dance and look like people).
The reflection bounces on the brim (a surreal, green illusion).
I stare at wine, (the rosey glass invites me in).
I can feel my pulse.
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