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Vintage Stars

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TheLunaLily

Published: Feb 27, 2012

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Vintage '85 stars in a bottle;
it was a very good year.
They have been sitting on a shelf
waiting for a special occasion to shine.

Now they are chilling in the fridge,
with two glasses on the counter top
awaiting their fulfillment.

They are not crystal,
but they are clean and unbroken.

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(Changed the title from "A Good Year" to "Vintage Stars". I've been having trouble naming this one. Your thoughts are very much appreciated. Please comment!)