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809 · Dec 2011
Three-Fourths Drunk
Julian Romeo Lo Dec 2011
Beneath the ebb
and flow of the tide,

the ragged
wings of the lady in red
tighten around
my fading shadow.

Our omniscient star does
not shrink at the sight
of shade.

I can taste
its radiance.

A final tear
sinks below
my full-faced grin.

— The End —