She leaves a rim
around whatever glass
she used for dinner
A taste, a mark of
pink and sometimes
a burnt amber
One of a small lifetime
of impressions
I know I will remember.
"...One of small lifetime of impressions..."
She leaves a rim
around whatever glass
she used for dinner
A taste, a mark of
pink and sometimes
a burnt amber
One of a small lifetime
of impressions
I know I will remember.
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