Drink
Drink this wine together from the vine
Transcend our time
We're drunk and feel sublime
Absent are bad memories only good ones shine
Childish rhyme but truth I find
This was a crime asleep when I should design
Soon he'll be blind
No roadside signs
Only my teeth to grind
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 12:02 AM UTC
Drink
Drink this wine together from the vine
Transcend our time
We're drunk and feel sublime
Absent are bad memories only good ones shine
Childish rhyme but truth I find
This was a crime asleep when I should design
Soon he'll be blind
No roadside signs
Only my teeth to grind
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