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Flow


The only colors that I can differentiate oflate is that of red and white.

Wine sure is bottled poetry. I'm stuffing myself with the words.

Maybe someday, someday, they will just flow.


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  1. Don't stuff in too much of words in this form, because piled up words sometimes ache too much... and some one has said that
    Alcohol is like love: the first kiss is magic, the
    second is intimate, the third is routine. After
    that you just take the girl’s clothes off.

    ~The Long Goodbye ch. 4 (1953)


    So, let it remain magic :)

    Cheers,
    Blasphemous Aesthete

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  2. @BA, It feels like magic, every single time :)

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