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Wine Tasting

Sam Yau

I’ve been the person

who’d fall for

the first one

who came along

This time

I’d change

I would





and savor

the exquisitely curated

rich varietals

in the perfect


But I can no longer

delude myself

can’t hide behind

an idyllic new life

you’re not the

center of

my fear of

being trapped

in a single taste

This morning

I woke up engulfed

in the pain of the

looming separation

How I would

pine for you

when the iron bird

fades into the cloud

How I would

run away

in clever ways

only to find

your face swirling

in my heart

Once more

I tore the

tasting menu

to pieces

There is only one


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