Dull red wine was her poison
Poured
in a crystal glass
She would say to herself"
I'll have just this one"then again
she'd say"Just one more"
Until she would open another bottle.
Soon she would drink enough
for the heartbreak to fade
as the wine would take hold
and she would fall into
a land where
pain
time
and
you
don't exist
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