Bottom of the bottle...
Paradoxical how these writer's tears subsides my woe, dimming it's Embers fiery glow.
Why did she go?
I ask this double shot_ was it the late nights with whiskey or the Demons I hide behind a lock?
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Drunken Man's Woe
Poetry"Drunken Man's Woe" is akin to distilled whiskey; its raw emotion will intoxicate you with sullen stanzas. Each poem reeks with this infectious yearning...this hulking devotion that burns hotter than the sun. Grab yourself a cup and take a sip of a...
