new day

Happy Twenty Twelve

Pass around the dishes, spicy moroccan, and three types of dessert. Midnight hour and we've had so much red wine, stomaches full up.
I'm pouring (spilling) in the kitchen, and handing out bubbles. I forget everyones name and wonder how loud I am while not really caring. My lips are too red.
There he is. Kissing and dancing and then we're done and it's today.

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