aged
captive
time
distanced
beauty
built
till your all grown up
wrapped in old vines
a boa of how many I wonder
crushed your lips
with a passion
so full
now bottled
vintaged
to savour in sips
a memory of you
now escapes
like old grapes
beneath bare foot pleasures
and the juices spurt out
gasping for air
let breathe over time
for once opened
the youth of mind and heart
pours out in wonder and sheer joy an elixir
so fluid there is no escaping
times great escape
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this is beautiful
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