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Leftover Wine

Bleary eyes search the darkened corners Of the strange room. Where am I? Who brought me here? My mind spins wildly in rhythm with the quaking of my soul. Eye's Burning with unshed tears. I strangle on my sorrow as I try to recall something more than the taste of left over wine.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 7/25/2008 5:24:00 PM
This poem evokes such anguish, of things that might have been. Very moving! ...Carrie
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