Six Dollar Wine
Six Dollar Wine (And A Dime)
I wait patiently between the pages of fiction
The remembrance of me slops
Between the breaths of your tear drops
I’ve been used as a bookmark
For a forgotten novel on your shelf
And my future may look dark
But I’ve learned to live with myself
I’m just a flattened out receipt
For a cheap bottle of wine
That you bought on 5th Street
For six dollars (and a dime)
Someday you will open my home
And I will no longer be alone
What will happen when you find me?
Will you remember when I was set free?
Will you remember that I was nice and clean
From the roll of paper in that machine
That you so often got pieces of
At the liquor store that you love?
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