The bottle sits tall on the nightstand

Awaiting her kiss

A farewell to the vessels

Sunk in oblivion

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Ruptured from the inside

By her bittersweet spell  

The warm depths receive them

Babbling of their youth   

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Some rise and float on

Others turn to bones

Jutting out of the sand

Still screaming mid-fall

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The half-drunk bottle

Sits tall on the nightstand

For yet another kiss

And dawn’s songs of regret