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Grape Vines.

I almost feel like a grape ,
some days a great wine.

Yet some days just a rasian,
 a grape that has dried.

Grapes so juicy

So bouncy

Yet the wine seeps out my side,
I have tasted the alcohol melchany nights.

Yet shriveling and soaking in nothing,
Wasted away into play.

I was once a gleaming Bush ,
I could start a forest fire here.

Yet my sweet grapes ,
They grow in life.

They remind me of life ,
I remember how sweet I tasted.

They remind me ,
I remember how bouncy and juicy.

I am.
Written by shannonJane (Lost poet - Day dreamer)
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Love is a grape vine...
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