"Oh, you are in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and you taste so sweet..."
she: "why are your glasses empty? I made those
special.."
he: "I know love, I drank them all..."
she: "so soon?..."
he: "of course! don't worry...I hold their taste to
memory..."
she: "so I take it you'll be leaving then"
he: "no...we both know there's no leaving now. even
if I did uhm, what'd you call it? "leave"..."
she: "then why did you drink them so fast?"
he: "mmm well...I kinda dig the way you pour..."
...
~moses apollo
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