My Wine

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    My Wine

    I'm sure it will be a tender moment
    But the poison is just too much
    The longing for the intoxication
    Deepens with every touch

    Such addiction with such a price
    It leaves me in my shame
    The wine is my own torturous creation
    I feel I'm left to blame

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

    AdokenxRazahl’s Poems (18)

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    Barbara Sleep 2
    Legend of Kenidjack 2
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    The Sky Nomads 0
    Nightshades 1
    Ghost On the Roadside 0
    The Claymoure 0
    I Am The Reaper 0
    Sanity 1
    Grave For a Cradle 1
    A Letter From Mother Nature 1
    My Wine 0
    Lurching Lullaby 0
    Paradox 3
    The Life of an Ant 2
    The Hunted One 0
    Lips of Death 1
    Lady Katrina 1