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Empty Presence
I found a lifeline in you, glass of wine
And I gave my blood to you
But my heart is on loan from a long time ago
To the man that made me surrender to you
If it were up to me I'd be rid of it all
But I just can't release
My grip from him or the bottle
Though both become empty, they tease
Persisting to provoke, always present
But fleeting and leaving a trail as a token
Of tears and red drops that are Hell-bent
On reminding me that all that's left is false hope indefinite
poem
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Argentine Tango
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