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flaming wine erupts, a searing sheet across the oil and thick cuts of squash

sautée! sautée! it jumps for hours into the night, plate after plate, poisson, oiseau, viande, a mirage of heat, sweat, and burning.

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i've folded with the glass into the cushions at last, the wine erupts, a searing fog across my panic, stressed heart, sore feet, alone

ah yes alone again; it doesn't add up

too late for anything except one too many, a pain i know will hurt in a new way in just a few hours, but right now i get to forget that, just for a moment