and he will bear it
like a curse,
like an orchard on fire
in the face of a harsh winter,
like dinner with her parents;
I'm withering on the vine.
I'm withering away,
it's fine.
it's apparent to nobody
but me.
the wine was nice though.
Aug 1, 2021
Aug 1, 2021 at 6:25 AM UTC
and he will bear it
like a curse,
like an orchard on fire
in the face of a harsh winter,
like dinner with her parents;
I'm withering on the vine.
I'm withering away,
it's fine.
it's apparent to nobody
but me.
the wine was nice though.
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