Merlot Was Overflowing
With trembling fingers I poured Merlot wine
Overflowing the rim of his chalice
Salty drops on my lips, the taste of brine
from tears spilled as he spoke words of malice
His offensive, "Cheers," I chose to decline
the sting of mockery, cold and callous
Piteous, I lingered without relief
Flooded with torment, I'm drowning in grief
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May 7th, 2017
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Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2017
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