Ericka Clay
Who am I to you
And you to me
That I’m no longer
Dripped in sweet
Red wine
Or the vice that stings
Or the voice that
Cords around
My long white
Neck but drip
Dry of everything
I’ve ever loved
To only fill that void
With
Someone
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