He smiled at me,I smiled the same.
I knew this was the start of the game.
We all know it well,
A lingering look
A hesitated part.
My heart was once grapes, smashed into wine
Poured into glasses
Served for men to dine.
I embraced him goodbye
But I sadly saw this time
That my arms were spread wide
Sardonically noticing the contradiction
That I looked like Christ on the Crucifixion.
So this is love, but I'm no savior.
I want to ask him if his wine has enough flavor.
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