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Dec 2019
I considered you.
You, not someone I would allow thoughts to linger on, inexplicably took up space in my mind.
The virtue of curiosity compelled my thoughts to trace the contours of our conversations.
Words artfully selected like a fine merlot were freely exchanged.

Too late did I realize that wine held no value for you.
Written by
ashton  TX
     Bogdan Dragos and ---
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