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I wish I was that glass of wine
still, red
cupped by crystal
tasty enough for you to bring to your lips
feeling good enough for you to swallow
I wish I could be that glass of wine
You hold it in your hand
waiting to consume me
bring me inside you
to dance in your blood
to make your spirit tremble
I want to be that glass of wine, dear poet
I wish you would taste me
and know that I am peaceful
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