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"Just a Bit Late" by Livia Hartpence
Just a Bit Late
No lush lips on shot glass rims,
no rhythm of champagne in this chase.
Our party has no wine—
but red is trickling down your spine.
Oh, darling, our love is a spirit, and I drink.
Livia Hartpence is a writer in New York who has a poem, "Aphrodite's Elegy," published in the Passionfruit Review and who loves horror, especially in the form of poetry.
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