Whiskey Read Count : 105

Category : Poems

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She was made from the most expensive whiskey

And I drank her from cheap glasses.

When drunk, I became a little too frisky

And she took my hands

And placed them on her heart

So I could hear it beat.

It spelled my name

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  • May 18, 2019

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