“Sparkling wine and beer,
Three sips and then smear
my esse on the floor.
Silence settled in us,
Words that we bottled up
The final touch was so pure.
But you embraced refrain
The letters thrown out of train
And a hearty soar
Once, twice or thrice
Maybe a hundred times
We'll both keep an open door”
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Excerpts from an old diary
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