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clear and pristine
from a simple glass
he drank
as if it were
an angelic libation
his harsh features softened thus
nostalgia moved in
to settle into the puddling eyes
another man appeared
introspective
why almost even wise
the bitterness drown in its
own gradual demise
momentarily I was mesmerized
until he whispered
it's not water my dear
then I realized
it was the pure grain
of the alcohol
slowly seeping in
masking his granite featured
face
with vague shadows of
what I thought was
humanity
sadly
that was
my mistake.....................
(Jan 5, 2012 1226pm)