it was a champagne
love affair,
the loud pop
of infatuation,
followed by
fizz
and bubbles,
the rising
of poured glasses
to each set of lips,
but by morning,
the bottle had warmed,
gone flat,
there was little
left to talk about.
maybe too much was
now known.
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