Swimming in this red velvet high
Can't seem to bide my time
Feeling the heat begin to rise
Penetrating layers of my mind
Till all I can taste is wine
Wine and love and sex and lust
Despair and pain and fear and rage
Tumultuous and beautiful
Fearful and sad
Nothing, but memories
Of what could have been.
And what happened in times gone by
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