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Dec 2012
I stare at wine, (the candles dance and look like people).

The reflection bounces on the brim (a surreal, green illusion).

I stare at wine, (the rosey glass invites me in).

I can feel my pulse.
Stacy Gever
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Stacy Gever  Hoboken, New Jersey
(Hoboken, New Jersey)   
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