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1d
I want to be
that last sip of wine
to touch your lips
and kiss you goodnight.

I could be
your bitter red
or sweat white,
lingering in your throat.

Though, over the years,
I've soured-
and can understand
being put away.

Still, I am happy
to float away
in my want
and imagine your sip.
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justabyte
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