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Extended Metaphors I choose only grapes
that were perfectly ripened,
primed for this grueling process.
I had to first crush you
then allow you to ferment~
soaking in your anger.
I wanted to see if you could
withstand the pressure
of becoming an outsider.
You aged gradually,
your attitude becoming
sweeter to the taste.
I filtered out the remaining
remnants of bitterness
and displayed you with pride.
