Wednesday, February 1

The wine of error

It's this taste that makes me lose my appetite.
It's this room that makes me dance in August.

It's this book that makes me guilty.
It's this color that takes me to the ocean.

It's this time of night that makes me disintegrate.

It's my mind that I can't take anymore.

But it's the cold that disquiets me.


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