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wine bottles

crimson red bottles, are shattered all across the soft, white carpet. pieces of broken glass, are left there to wait for somebody to pick them up. red stains everywhere, of blood and red wine, broken wine bottles are equal as broken souls. -they stay broken
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Mar 23, 2014
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