Categories art love poetry stomped grapes Post author By aayoung Post date March 2, 2015 No Comments on stomped grapes we knew we would ruin each other like wine willing itself into vinegar Share this:FacebookLinkedInWhatsAppTumblrEmailRedditTwitterPinterestPrintLike Loading... Related Tags grapes, love, poetry, Wine ← traveling salesman → ashes & tangerine peels Leave a Reply Cancel reply
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