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the mind's page absorbs
a dark ink of depression
so dismal in hue
The Napkin Poet Dec 2016
I'd rather be a raisin than a grape
With no juice or sweetness
Desolate of hydration
Dried via sun
Wrinkled and battered
Has endured strife
Became bitter over time

But I'd rather be wine than a raisin
Potent and strong
Powerful in simplistic form
Living only to intoxicate those who consume me

For so naturally time absorbs life
Making one **** with age
Dry from existence
Then robust through struggle

I'd rather be a raisin than a grape, but I'd rather be wine than a raisin.
the phrases of your words
it lights within my room
words tho' sweet to absorbs
so, dear to ponder the lines


your words like  honeyed
to my lips when i used it
gather years for my days
and make my lonesome heart beat


it's like treasures of a lifetime
that truly grows within my veins
as my heart felt with gladness
that helps me free ~ indeed.

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