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Will you pour me a drink, dear?
That amber liquid will suffice.
I want a potent drink to dilute
the poisonous memories within.
This tongue longs for that bitter taste
that dull the senses with each sip
for the mind seeks the darkness
to still the raging torrent in me.
-©The Elusive Scribe 011415 –