red stains
devil’s horns
reborn
in claret
plonk
no fancy moniker required
you are mired
in the juice
and loving it
til
palpitations
recriminations
resolutions
quashing dissolution
absolution
one solution
it won’t happen
you ain’t got the stomach
for the fight
say your prayers
goodnight.
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