Sauvignon Noir Poem by empty shell

Sauvignon Noir



cigarette down
drink up
cold in hand
warm at heart
wine down
tobacco up
inhaling death
reflecting life
glass on lips
palate swirling grape
filter on lips
what the F

Friday, September 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: loss
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