Vintage Poem by Lee Ann Schaffer
Vintage
Rating: ★4.9
The day ran
Like a bottle of
Fine, rare, red wine
Poured into my hands.
Gone before I’d
Even had a chance
To drink it.
No matter how tightly
I squeezed my fingers together,
All that remained was
The fragrance and slightest taste,
Mixed with
The scent and flavor
Of my own skin.
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4/26/2024 12:55:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
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