Here I sit
Memories of last night flooding my mind
Trying to find a rhythm or maybe even a rhyme
Some sort of way to try and make sense of what happened inside
A breakdown
A knife
A bottle of red wine
And certain fateful thoughts running down the line
A death
A loss
A tragedy
And yet another bottle of red wine
A thought
A memory
A fateful blow
And a final bottle of "red wine"
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 6:15 PM UTC
Here I sit
Memories of last night flooding my mind
Trying to find a rhythm or maybe even a rhyme
Some sort of way to try and make sense of what happened inside
A breakdown
A knife
A bottle of red wine
And certain fateful thoughts running down the line
A death
A loss
A tragedy
And yet another bottle of red wine
A thought
A memory
A fateful blow
And a final bottle of "red wine"
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