Drunk on Your FlavourA Poem by PuckWine stains so beautifully on your lips with the first sip I am drunk on your flavour Like cherries washed in seawater The bitterness only seeps through after When I am sober Salty wet without regret Can a feeling distilled lose its flavour with the added brine of time? © 2015 PuckReviews
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