This bottle bleeds like heartbeats
inebriating grass
contesting dew drops
heartstopping plot lines
meanwhile fireflight christens
the night that listens
to our intoxicated forgetfulness
a cheap libation
liberation
young-morning dream sleep
waking walking, weaving
half-heard whispers of stubborn solemnity, we
wrought havoc;
we were not in love
it was just the cold night air
and the field that smelled of chardonnay
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC
This bottle bleeds like heartbeats
inebriating grass
contesting dew drops
heartstopping plot lines
meanwhile fireflight christens
the night that listens
to our intoxicated forgetfulness
a cheap libation
liberation
young-morning dream sleep
waking walking, weaving
half-heard whispers of stubborn solemnity, we
wrought havoc;
we were not in love
it was just the cold night air
and the field that smelled of chardonnay
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