red wine
struck to stillness
still, not sick
when shall I awake?
I shall seek it yet again
the depths of true sleep
where purity is lost
and words confused
none other than you
my red angel
with your familiar foul stench,
of the depths of true sleep
knowing if I were to awake,
I shall seek you yet again
like dogs to their vomit
and it stings and bites
all the way down
only giving its color
when it moves itself down my throat
that's how I know it's you
when I know you is when you put me to sleep
when shall I awake?
I shall seek it once more
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