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we bring a bottle of bubbly berry wine down under a bridge to do some fishing no glasses, like either of us would have long-stem, anyway, so you crack it open and we pass it back and forth i take a long swig from where your mouth was on the lip of the bottle, and the scrabbling of claws along my nerves goes quiet perched on a rock, i watch as you are braver than me, confidently stepping out onto farther rocks, think of that one summer when suddenly you were up to your waist in lake water to untangle your line from sunken branches and i think about you a lot, sometimes blushing into my cups, but most of the time not, yet still unable to say anything aloud you dredged the river bed and brought me in my little water-logged dinghy back to shore, and i’m certain i’ll eventually find the right words to thank you but for now, take this bottle of fruity wine, and the image i have of you, driving us to go fishing, where you’ll cast the line for me, and the way you look in the sunlight makes me believe in second chances
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Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 7:22 PM UTC
only a love poem if you want it to be
we bring a bottle of bubbly berry wine down under a bridge to do some fishing no glasses, like either of us would have long-stem, anyway, so you crack it open and we pass it back and forth i take a long swig from where your mouth was on the lip of the bottle, and the scrabbling of claws along my nerves goes quiet perched on a rock, i watch as you are braver than me, confidently stepping out onto farther rocks, think of that one summer when suddenly you were up to your waist in lake water to untangle your line from sunken branches and i think about you a lot, sometimes blushing into my cups, but most of the time not, yet still unable to say anything aloud you dredged the river bed and brought me in my little water-logged dinghy back to shore, and i’m certain i’ll eventually find the right words to thank you but for now, take this bottle of fruity wine, and the image i have of you, driving us to go fishing, where you’ll cast the line for me, and the way you look in the sunlight makes me believe in second chances
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Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 7:22 PM UTC
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