Categories art love poetry stomped grapes Post author By aayoung Post date March 2, 2015 No Comments on stomped grapes we knew we would ruin each other like wine willing itself into vinegar Share this:FacebookLinkedInWhatsAppTumblrEmailRedditTwitterPinterestPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related Tags grapes, love, poetry, Wine ← traveling salesman → ashes & tangerine peels Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.