not nessicerily a straight forward poem.
	
I've got a secret.
Shhh.
A cursive stained memory
Written in blood red ink.
The confession
My secret obsession-
I call it my wine
With the color so rich.
With the taste so...
Forbidden.
Banned.
-My prohibited pleasure.
guess?
Poetry by Nora
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Written on 2006-08-22 at 10:41
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Taste
I have a confession.I've got a secret.
Shhh.
A cursive stained memory
Written in blood red ink.
The confession
My secret obsession-
I call it my wine
With the color so rich.
With the taste so...
Forbidden.
Banned.
-My prohibited pleasure.
guess?
Poetry by Nora
Read 1289 times
Written on 2006-08-22 at 10:41
Tags Wine  Blood  Taste 
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		Eli  | 



 
 