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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Cascades of gold in thin glasses~ Hissing whispers stuck beneath the meniscus. A thousand tiny stars rise, Mixing with the wild new year's eve air. Perfect spheres burst at the surface~ Alive for just one second. Gone too soon, like laughter, like youth, Never meant to bide, only to hypnotize. Elegance is a fleeting thing.
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