wineA Poem by weaknightagain, english :/the wine is finished, finished is the party, it's finished that we didn't realised rightaway drunk, full bellies, bubbles and gastric juices drunk and unaware, the night, it doesn't finish before i stand up offer a dance to the host kind, tell him thank you, for the wine the night the stars the death that doesn't come when you await it but it, if it comes, not it, it doesn't wait let's dance. the feet to tip-tap, chasing in the void because the void scares and so let's scan it with cheerfull taps and there! let's not think about it it's night, how long is it night? i've lost my head, on this couch i forgot the time, your name and even mine, but if i think about it... no, if i think about it it comes to my mind that i still... yes... still... still. i'm thirsty and my stomach will revolt itself the viscera begging for mercy, the hands to pardon them and there! other wine, other party, other dance of the hanging from the noose of destiny... and so please, stop me. you who, when it's morning, look at me gasping in the cold grip..the awareness is only yours and then i please you. stop me. in your heads, clink little thoughts. words come out easy for you in a wild ride towards the victory. the prize? i, us all who didn't ask you that to ignore us because... sometimes it's easy the love sometimes it comes and brings you away.
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