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Prosecco'd

The bubbles are coursing through my veins,

speeding to my empty

stomach.

Leaving me floaty, yet inert

and rendering my mouth

dry and thirsty.

 

I am toasting you.

◄ Eleanor

The Whisper of Miss El ►

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