The Wine I Drink

You drink your

Drink

And I'll drink

My wine

 

And if I have to 

Die, 

I will die 

For the sake of

The wine I drink

 

But don't dare

To,

Force your wine

Down my throat

 

For I'll be poisoned

And the wine I drink

I'll forget its

Soothing taste,

 

And I'll die, 

Hating the wine

That soothes me

And I'll crave the wine

That poisons me

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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