Between tangle and vine
I can smell the wine
The fruit that lingers
the taste that's mine
How can I stop
When I've just begun
Everything gone
and nothing is fun
Your back aches burns
Your head hurts turns
The only thing heard
Are too many words
I wonder in time
if the brambles find
a path most clear
Between the vines
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