G.Moore
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romance
Wine tastes amazing after thirty years
Bottle sparkles dancing on my pupils like fizzing bubbles erupting from poems we casted out into the ocean waves ago
Pouring sand in our glasses for even a moment, a nostalgic time capsule thats breathtaking like small gargles melting in our taste buds
There’s not a more direct message than pouring your poems into a tea mug that reads “don’t lose the times and don’t waste your spirits...
Wishful drinking”
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Charles2 says: Amazing insight |
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