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Empty This is the best way I can describe how I feel right now How I feel knowing that itโ€™s over That our adventures are over That the plans we made will never come to fruition
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For Kamela . Thereโ€™s no wife like the capable wife you prove to be day after day No other young lady has stronger love than your gracious love .
chains clink, wood creaks. ย  the birds surrounding us sing their sweet song, ย  perfectly in tune with the sound of your voice. ย 
My life has been on hold for so long I didnโ€™t even realise No progress has become the new norm While I sit here and wait for you to love me Like once upon a time when we were both so young
Grapevive Wine flowing like blood Aromatic and crisp A decanting of the spirit Drunken ย  The cult Endless parties Women sway fluidly Beats pounding through the scene Festal
My dear Ampelos, To him we say adios. Lost in the tragic days of yesteryearโ€” A proud boy with no fear. He hitched a ride on a wild bull, Set the tides of faith on the pull.
My Paris begins withย  Those early daysย  As a conscious flรขneur; I recall the coupleย  On the Metro, ย  When I was still innocentย  Of its labyrinthine complexities; ย 
Yesterday for my birthday, I started off with a bottle of wine... I took the train into town... I had half a bitter at the Cafรฉ de Piaf in Waterloo... I went to work
Poetry makes me want to drink wine.Wine makes me want to write poetry. Maybe it's because the assembly of wordsstillbond together, when the mind is in shambles.
Did you finally find /your heartโ€” /so vivid and crisp /when last we saw it? /Is it a red wine now, /found at room temperature /in your creaking cellar /where you store the things /youโ€™re afraid to face at night?
You are what you eat, but for her it's what she drinks. Coffee in the A.M. to keep her awake, wine in the P.M. to put her to sleep.
I am fragile, Like a glass Of wine. One encounter And you can tip Me over. Out spills my pain And emotions That could have Helped you ease your pain, But you can't put me
Hatred towards one another is like drinking a glass of wine with your loved one. But that's not your loved one. You break the glasses and bottles so angrily enough to say I love you.
Just keep my mind inside my head Weโ€™ll be us both inside my bed Iโ€™ve got to keep my life instead Of staying in my lonely head ย 
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The cellar is quite, cool, dry.
I wish I could see you
"A good wine mellows as it ages" is what my dad says in reaction to my passion. I don't want to here this because my feelings are real
She will fill me with glee, when she finally decides to come to California with me. I have always dreamed of traversing the wine country, though I have never been, so when, when, when?
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