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Grapes and Regret
They woke up
on the floor naked,
sun burning
into the hardwood.
There's blood
on his hand,
a broken window
and green
grapes
on the floor.
on the floor naked,
sun burning
into the hardwood.
There's blood
on his hand,
a broken window
and green
grapes
on the floor.
Published 13th Feb 2019
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