At the Bar
Wet bar.
The red wine stain on my clothes bathed me in a layer of joy!
Who cares that you spilled that glass on me?
I have other threads to mold into....
That cosmo sits and waits for me...
The glass shattered to the floor, but the cuts did not hit me...
only past cuts can affect me and they now do not!
Drink on!
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