My Loves Lost, Each Time I Refill

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October 2016

My Loves Lost, Each Time I Refill

 

A memory, so.

Please ....

Don't let, the frozen water.... melt.

It holds, the essence, of my dreams !

And, I sup deep, and can taste,

it's chill....

Every time, to my lips I raise my, glass.

Let its sweet liquid, cloud..... my, thoughts.

As, the alcohol, clouds ....my, 

eyes.

My,

perspective, ever..... narrows.

At, the downing, of ......the sun.

And, at ...... each downing, 

Of

 

My glass.....

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