Drinking the last sip of wine,a thought of him appeared again in my mind.The taste of his lips was so similar to this last sip of wine.You know it's the last,but you're trying to get the best of it,because you want more and more.It's so intoxicating the touch,the thought of him,but now it's gone,he is far away from me.I am here sitting in my lonely apartment,no news from him and out of wine..I think this is cаlled a bad day!
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