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Stains and champagne.

Her eyes so bright; Do you ever wonder where the sun goes at night? The rain, dancing on the pavement in no specific arrangement. Luminous flames eat away at sharp skewers, Her eyes silver-grey, clashing with the tables of steel. Barbecue roasting, impaled through the middle The pain paled in comparison to watching you smile. A toast to me, myself and I, a glass of sweet solitude. I watch tall wine glasses clang drunkenly together, alone. A pin drops in the distance; no silence to accompany it. Unnoticed it goes, by the arrogant lords and goddesses. Pick a flower, compliment her hair; devil may care. She's walking away, I tell her 'Ma'am, have a nice day' Left alone to stumble back home, sipping champagne royally; Mockery. Spilling champagne and it swirls down the drain I tilt my head back, laughing carelessly all the way.
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Jul 5, 2015
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#love#sad#drunk#pain#sun#rain#solitude#grey#silver#champagne
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