sundays I sit at the table
looking at an empty glass
that was once full of whiskey
wondering if that's what I look like
to everyone walking past
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elchupacabra (
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I love this
Thanks, one of the rare few of mine that I love too.
Really enjoyed this. Self reflection is vital, even if at times it's simply through a whisky glass.
Vivid images. Glad i stumbled a across your postings.
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