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Three-Fourths Drunk

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.

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julian-romeo-lo

Canadian

Published: Dec 7, 2011
LinesWords: 1845

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