These memories

Rattle my spine

Like new discoveries

Of old wine


Aged perfectly

A smell so divine

Chugged carelessly

Blind to the signs


That this bottle

Was not as fine

Like the battles

Of making you mine.


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Posted by:A'Isha Adams

Mind of a frantic poet. Ambition of an entrepreneur. The heart of an old soul.

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