Aug 11
Five of Cups.
I keep clinging
to the spilled wine,
wishing it would return
to the glass—
but it never will.
And now I wonder:
which one of them
is the spilled wine?
Which one
can’t I let go?
I keep clinging
to the spilled wine,
wishing it would return
to the glass—
but it never will.
And now I wonder:
which one of them
is the spilled wine?
Which one
can’t I let go?
Written by
girlinflames
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