Cheap Liquor
I wanted to become that smooth shot of whiskey that you palate so easily.
Instead, I became the burn at the back of your throat when you could
never tell if it was the liquor or bleach that lined the inside of your glass
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Parchment and Perfume
PoetryThis draft represents the inner workings of my mind, among other things. All of my poems and prose will be cataloged here and available for feedback. Pieces will constantly be added or removed to fit the guidelines for any poetry submissions I have...