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Originally Posted by artemis-within
My one-glass-limit is almost too much tonight.... I'm so tired I don't even want to finish it! Oh the horror, wasted wine!
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NOOOOOOOOO!
The ex gave me a bottle of wine for Valentine's Day (yeah, don't even ask). No way am I drinking it. I'd rather choke. There's no one else near me who would drink it and I can't throw it out, because wine
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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