Liquor
Foggy never ends over the smallest room
Shape of microphone lay in the brown table
Waitress busted on and took imperial bottle
Commonly appeared in a metrosexual nimble
Unwrap whiskey, notice slicing jumbles
Used up with joys who teased me in great sable
Until my wistful eyes seemed bubbled
Under frustration I glup whine with gloom
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