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(Wrote this one under the calming beauty of a cold beer) 
 
A bottle of red wine 
Can set free 
The drowning tears 
Locked inside of me. 
The sadness suffocates 
With tears spilled 
Into a resulting numbness 
Of the stoic heart. 
The reflection of lost love 
On the mind’s eye 
Does nothing to still 
The deluge. 
Drunken stupor may yield 
A relaxed misery 
But waking the next day 
Reveals the same truth. 
Long broken hearts 
May refuse to heal 
With none but the promise 
Of suffering eternal.

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