IN THE WINE DROWSY MORROW

I am weary of my procedures; sipping my youth through straws of memory
My glass is empty
My shards of sorrow
Dulled by chianti
In the wine drowsy morrow
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Overcast with doubt; the shadow of the exit is nearer than the shade of the entry
My glass is empty
My shards of sorrow
Dulled by chianti
In the wine drowsy morrow
~
No one is here; barely me, yet only because I remember you
My glass is empty
My shards of sorrow
Dulled by chianti
In the wine drowsy morrow
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