Wine

I tasted her in tall glasses

The soft finish of nostalgia

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She gets better as time passes

A flavor of the finest vintage

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I drank in old photos

Our keepsakes and trinkets

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A bouquet of roses

A charm on a stained locket

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Maybe I’ve had too much

Lord knows I’m a terrible drunk

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Yet I still crave her touch

No harm in another drink

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