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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ the old year exhales~ a scrap of confetti clings to the bottom of my shoe. midnight laughs, half-drunk, while my resolutions dissolve like sugar in champagne. somewhere, a clock resets its tired hands. somewhere, a last firework forgets it was ever lit. I linger on the verge of a day not yet formed, my pencil poised over untouched parchment.
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