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You left me broken,
and you left me unrefined,
but I came back to you,
borne on waves of wine,
leaving no more grapes behind
for you to grind.
Poor you, poor I;
nay, pour us,
you and I.

 

A. R. Frederiksen is a recurring guest blogger here at BnV, and her own writing blog can be found here, where she dabbles in flashfiction/poetry and reflects over the, much elusive, ABCs of writing.