come drown Yourself an all your
darkest sorrows in the solace of whiskey
enter the vortex with eyes wide open
don't let the bastards grind you down
they see not what they've done
be no stepping stone beneath their feet
with no heart left for them to break
~ D D ~
Man
So do I. Miss you Daniel-59. - Stella
Man
I wish you were still here...
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May I Be Flip?
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This sounds like my last employer. This poem has a personal target - enter defense mechanism to save the day...see flip. Too close to home? Laugh it into being silent. Whiskey helps, you say? hmmmm... - Lady A
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