Summer Wine

I hope that you don't
filter me in your mind
refine me into
the purest wine
and get drunk
on the best parts of me
while you forget the rest
and let it rot

only to have the wine
turn to vinegar
in the open air
when you see me
for what I am, all that I am

in clear day
and bright light

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