All the wishes bottled up
You can let them loose like champagne
You can launch them like coke mentos
You can label them in handwriting
In tight curls of ink on white stickers
The bottles go in the cellar
Nestled in criss cross wood
Overanalyzed
Overdue books
All the pages in the bubbles are dog eared
You might get lucky
You might taste one wish

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