the red vineyard

as you spoke those words a red vineyard began to bloom from my wrist you swore you weren't an alcohol man however you took the time to ensure my red vineyard grew strong. pruning and thinning my patience and trust using palissage to train me into believing my feeble mind would believe simple kind words said from my angel dressed in navy my viticulturist, my sweet you have taken the time to acquire a taste for me but in that you have ruined my taste for everyone else aspersion played a role I thought you'd never allow and in that you have turned my saccharine wine into bitter blood

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emily-mackenzie

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