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cabernet lipstick and carousel kisses

winter tells me this is what is meant to happen

– the mix to make it right round…right?

round and round we go, says winter

but cabernet kisses and carousel lipstick comes around as dizzy, falling behind, mixed up wine and spirit…

…and whenever the carousel threw me off kilter, sinister?

I created my cabernet carousel and lipstick kisses

why not, right?

round and right round we go