--
I never realized
my heart has gone blind
(no blood on the tracks in the snow
on the ground, no ground in sight)
since I blew to cliché
since you walked away
since we played the game
since I puke cliché
I never realized
my heat burns me up
(no spark for the flue for the flow
for the tide, no tide in lust)
since my fly is undone
since I slowed my run
since I stumbled home
since my cramp is done
I never realized
I am not a ghost
I sting like a hive
since our tears tingle dry
since your bite shut wide
since I drained my pride
and my juice ran dry
since our fears ran dry
finally
finally
finally
since our hopes have died
--
Wine of the Day, No. 845
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