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Wine out of the Bottle Flow
An audacity of porosity
Sent to air
In brush stroke vapor,
Like a line
Aligned in waves
Of
Sanguine,
Imbibed
By
Senses sent to sense:
Allow
Me
To rise,
Rise
High into the sky,
Into the air,
Without
A
Single
Care,
There
&
Not there,
For
Whatever this life is
For.
Published 10th Jul 2022
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