Feb 12th

red stains

devil’s horns

reborn

in claret

plonk

no fancy moniker required

you are mired

in the juice

and loving it

til

palpitations

recriminations

resolutions

quashing dissolution

absolution

one solution

it won’t happen

you ain’t got the stomach

for the fight

say your prayers

goodnight.

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