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Alone it sits there, intensely brooding on how this evening would turn out to be; an elegant, gleaming thirsting, ****** wine glass without a drop of wine.
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Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 11:20 AM UTC
A cup sitting in wait for lips
Alone it sits there, intensely brooding on how this evening would turn out to be; an elegant, gleaming thirsting, ****** wine glass without a drop of wine.
#wine#hope#anxious#brooding
k-balachandran
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k-balachandran
Indian
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 11:20 AM UTC
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