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We Ate Love

If our love was a fish,
we gave it no water.
We made it a dish
and ate it last quarter.

Tears became wine,
it filled our glasses.
It tasted like brine,
Pinot Grigio passes.

Water takes asking,
sincere giving and zeal.
Now I am fasting,
rethinking this meal.

Give me water.

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