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Whiskey Stains
Darkness lingers
on the other side
of the glass
Sweet disaster
rings in my ears
As I drink myself
to indifference
Tiny buckets
of amber radium
burn trails
down my throat
leaving craters
in my soul
Never reaching
the thirst or the
inviting darkness
In one-eyed splendor
I look up from my glass
to rearrange dusty words
and search my desert soul
for a sliver of shade
But the darkness remains
just out of reach
yet never more
than a drink away.
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