The poison from your love
would suck the venom from my heart
and awaken my
terribly tired, tourmented soul.
And tonight
when my blood becomes wine,
and I’m Marilyn Merlot,
I’ll call you, crying
to bring me
home.
Empty Bottle, Drowning Soul
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That’s a beautiful image of finding solace in someone else.
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