I poured myself this glass of wine
but I don't really want to drink it
I'm sure it's great
positive it is
I had plenty last night
sure did
my saliva tastes like rust must taste
scraped off a fire escape
like I scrape my knees on the alley below
I reach out to those I care about
but even that feels a bit false
They'll presume that I'm looking for something
and aren't they right?
I stumble out onto the streets at night
no I don't
I just stay here
and stare at this glass of wine
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