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Wednesday, June 22, 2022

Vineyard, a poem by Abhinav Aradhi

 

Vineyard

Lowbrow ideals

And people who indulge in them

Like wine in its vintage

Fermented and demented,

 

Forever intertwined

Like grapevines all tangled in gossip

And people who want to rule the world

And people who stray away from the mold

 

And perish for it, like wicked fools.

Tragic, wicked, fools.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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