everything but a misprint
started for class. continued out of love.
Tuesday, April 24, 2018
stain (4-24-18)
you are to me like
a wine
stain
on lips
chapped and dry
the red hue of a night
that held promise
the taste gone
the memories hazy
the regret thick.
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