red wine by design has been the gateway from your computer screen to the unlit streets of my mind. never witness a crime but you hear the screams, the red fluid flows like streams down my throat and the moat that surrounds my castle of doom, but dim-lit room is an actual dungeon made-over from a tomb. I don't know what to pursue as I consume so more shirrrazzz, but the gloss, correct, glass is half past empty and more than full of creative juices. This has no form just blocked by desire, because by design the wine has won.
and I'm done.
Enjoy the walk down Th3rd Avenue, a derivative to understanding thoughts in our head, translated through opinions, statements and feelings.
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