Grapes— Day Fourteen of NaPoWriMo

They tussled and tossed their sweet selves away,
Your intoxicated thirst was left unquenched
You were frozen in place, held forever by their sway

When you first encountered them, you just wanted to foray
Towards those bitter grapes, in temptation drenched
But they tussled and tossed their sweet selves away… Continue Reading

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