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Apr 2016
So you danced the night away,
In your best black dress,
Champagne runs through your blood,
Wine roses shade your face,
And you can't help but think of him.

It's all so new.
It's young and shy.
And so are you.

But you know better.

Hoping for nothing,
And you can't help but think of him.
A drunk poem from yours truly
Rose Amberlyn
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Rose Amberlyn
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