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12:07 A.M.

12:07 A.M.

Last night (or should I say this morning???), I suddenly awoke. Staring up at the blank ceiling- the curtains opened & onto the stage poured memories, past emotions, untamed dreams of mine.. So I got up, whether it was because I desperately had to go pee or because I was at the moment inspired to write, the world may never truly know. I pulled up the notes app on my phone.

12:07 A.M.

The cheap chardonnay dances on my lips

oh, how lovely the taste.

& though I’ve swirled the finest of white wines

& have sipped the rarest of red wines,

I will always find more content in that three dollar bottle–

for across the table you sat from me

& your ambiance provided a buzz that the distinguished wines of Amboise never could.

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