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Jul 15
I can’t bring myself to drink

The last drop from the

The last glass of

The last bottle of wine from

The last time we saw each other.

It was for us
Not for me alone.
Now it lies almost empty
Drained of everything it had
Lost to impatience and failure.
Written by
Labhrás  25/M/Somewhere Else
(25/M/Somewhere Else)   
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