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Sep 2016
Two Wine Glasses*
*Lipstick stained the brim of one
The silver oxidized in darkness
The candle's dance undone

The cloth is caked in decay
Shed skin saturates the air
A lumbering heap sits in solitude
Where across the table he stares

He alone for this eternal space
An hommage to his days of gold
Dreary dismay down a fallen face
Hollow hearths invite the cold
*"hommage" ('um-aj') is the french of homage (e.g. to pay homage to something). I have used it as a noun as I have heard it employed this way in the English language, but it may not be cosher. Sorry if it doesn't read naturally to some, you may prefer "An hommage"="A relic" and you can read it as such ^_^
TKO
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TKO  Halifax, Nova Scotia
(Halifax, Nova Scotia)   
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   ---, Ja and Doug Potter
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