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It is eleven at night The bar is quiet and still The mind a tsunami in calm oceans Life a long lasting illness A glass of wine sits across the table A temporary cure to the condition Life has become In it rests solace and peace A man in black sits on the opposite chair He offers to get another He is taken up on his offer The wine lasts not five seconds The man in black speaks 'I have come for you' The gentleman stands up fixing his chair 'what took you so long'
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Feb 8, 2025
Feb 8, 2025 at 5:56 AM UTC
Fine Wine
It is eleven at night The bar is quiet and still The mind a tsunami in calm oceans Life a long lasting illness A glass of wine sits across the table A temporary cure to the condition Life has become In it rests solace and peace A man in black sits on the opposite chair He offers to get another He is taken up on his offer The wine lasts not five seconds The man in black speaks 'I have come for you' The gentleman stands up fixing his chair 'what took you so long'
One final drink is all you could ever ask for.
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Feb 8, 2025
Feb 8, 2025 at 5:56 AM UTC
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