of fine wine and sullen men

[harshstonewhite]

with nectur as blood we lost our sight in this fetal dress, look at life, look at love, clouds gather around this diamond faced accolade, calling out dreams of death, calling out 'i cannot give this up' the blood was shed, and nothing passes in this winter year

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