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We toast to lessons we won’t learn; warnings flutter like a parade. Your grin is midnight traffic— I drift through caution, half-awake. Call it pairing cheap with pleasant, a tasting note of borrowed sense; the fridge hums, cellar-cool. Red flags, white wine— the coaster curls; cork dust freckles the napkin. Next time I’ll bring water, and maybe keep the glass. Tonight we underline the moment— a tannin ring, one stain laughing.
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We toast, we don't learn Warnings wave down the street Your grin is midnight lanes I drift slow through the heat Cheap sweet, we call it fine Fridge hums, fake cellar chill Coaster curls at the edge Cork dust freckle the cloth Red flags, white wine I ignore the sign I cross the line Red flags, white wine You laugh, the stem rings We underline this night Tannin leaves one brown moon On the table, in the light I say I will bring water Maybe keep my glass clean Phone face down like a coin Heads I stay, tails I leave Red flags, white wine I ignore the sign I cross the line Red flags, white wine Next time I bring water This time I pour blind Red flags, white wine I ignore the sign I cross the line Red flags, white wine
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