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Consume to Be


I have steeped myself in red wine

 


Drank from a cup that held stardust,

Buried myself in the earth,

Let the shore consume me

And hold me under

 

 

I have steeped myself in red wine

 

 

 

And here I float

Amongst all I've ever felt,

All I've ever been

 

 


Facets cannot hold me

For I expand beyond the worlds known

 

 

 

And I drift,

Drift slowly.

Swirling into a cloud,

Like black ink

dropped into a cup of clear water

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