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lettermineA Story by AidanTonbridgeDrew a bottle of wine that was half drunk with no glass in view and a notepad. Then I wrote this. It was really hard pretending to be the narrator s.. |
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Poison~A Book by DragonflyTornado |
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Alone with a Cup Of WineA Poem by Herl RodrinSearching for companion. |
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Intoxicating LoveA Poem by WednesdayA love alcoholic, so intoxicated by you You amaze me with everything you do The world gave me the ultimate wine Butsnatched away, simply too divine.. |
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Surreal GiftA Poem by Chilson, JoshuaLook deep into that crystalline glass,the glass that holds your intoxication,this power drives you so.I watch as it twist's your mind,rooting it's way.. |
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Lewis & ClarkA Poem by SolomonShe feared his saltwater kiss and the way his spine curved left like a train headed West where even good women couldn’t say no to the blue .. |
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018: Fat ChanceA Chapter by SDMcCartyAm I really that pathetic? I can't even do something so simple as slit my wrists...and all because of something so stupidly important |
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Another glass?A Poem by Holly SoquesDoes alcohol really affect us? Or do we affect alcohol with our human sentimentalities? Just something to ponder on while the wine is swirled. |
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An Ordinary Indignant ManA Poem by QuiteOllieA pause between the question and his name, His breath smells of hot wine and four vodkas. He always was the civilised type. A bottle more.. |
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The Ghost of NapoleonA Poem by Luke RittaA poem about drinking. |
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12:38A Poem by cynicaloser12:38 ramblings |
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Dried upA Poem by LianaThe ceramic is bound so that it seems to mould, clutching my fist… I squeeze the life out of it, like there is nothing left&he.. |
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Dream a Little Dream of MeA Poem by Helen CrutchettDream a little dream of me In the dark and slinky night Plant your kisses on my neck until I shiver with delight ~Down limbs run you.. |
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Smugglers PieA Poem by David Lewis PagetThe body of smuggler Robert Long Hung by the road in chains, His flesh was mouldering from his bones Washed clean by the Cornish rain.. |