In that sense it all looks simple:
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In that sense
it all looks
simple:
touched the bottom,
punched through a second —
outside the window October
stripped the trees,
and you — in a coat.
And wine
always was
and will be
with you,
in on it:
because wine
chooses
love;
and from the grape
vine
it can't stand
parting,
salt tears,
or blood.