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Chianti paramours,
fermented passion panaceas,
spilled during interlude toasts,
hemorrhaging vinegar.
Sheets changed,
Claret hues
linger in eyes,
vintage despoils taste
for discerning
between heart champagne
and lust's tainted label.
posted by William Robbins @ 7:00 AM
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