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Balcony Sunrise

The way you held your cigarette, The way you saw sunrise coming from the bottom of a whiskey glass; Only empty bottles, fallen leaves noticed you; hint of Winter to cordial Autumn sun.

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catharine-mary-batsios

American

Published: Nov 6, 2011
LinesWords: 1033

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