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You Are My Comforter
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March 2003 Poetry You my dear,
are my comforter,
my hope,
my warmth.
With every sip,
I feel better,
and better… and better.
You rock me to sleep,
when I’ve had too much.
I feel the delicious burn,
as you slide down my throat,
till the bottle’s empty.
You are my comforter.
I’m me,
when I’m with you.
Too bad no one else can see.
~*~ Jill ~*~
