Flares, glimpses of the time-moments, erupt in-between the smooth motion, as I sneak in, making space with my shoulders-moving slowly like a cat.
Beneath the ground I used to keep the wine, that ready-made from bitter moments, to sweeten my memories, memories dressed from without ~
Beneath the ground I used to keep the wine, that ready-made from bitter moments, to sweeten my memories, memories dressed from without ~
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