Be Mine, Wine

August 10, 2015

Wine Wine

You are fine, wine

I’ll make you mine, wine

You know why?

You help me express.

And contemporaneously open and heal wounds

Bring closure to my heartbreak

You bomb the gate blocking the railway

and set me on the express[ion] path

and yet I still hide in the back with the baggage

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