What can I say? Who am I to prove?
Myself. Only.
I will be my true self closer than I would expect..
that taste of satisfaction.
It yields itself as grapes. Tart and forgotten.
When matured I am the wine that inebriates others
and bring joy to all.
Too much can intoxicate
but it is always there to satisfy and enjoy
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