Discovered lines of long forgotten text
A dusty wine bottle resides in darkest corner
Tatachilla partners? Time and choice will dictate
A date, October 30th, another coming of age
Are you really the complete deal and this sweet?
Or do I marry you and your instantly transformed
Into a serial killer and I’m forever being relocated?
Are you man enough to step up and to own that which you say is yours?
Darkly husky red flows from this the new bottle
Dry on the palate, old memories and new are good
A coming of age in celebration of having made it this far
And having plenty left, I hear your heart beating loud as thunder
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