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I keep staring at the empty bottle,
yet it brings no joy,
Wondering if it will end before it’s done,
that thought brings no joy.
I see those sitting together, drinking without compensation,
For me, a sip without whisky brings no joy!
-april_prince14
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"The Joyless Sips"
Poetry"The Joyless Sips" delves into the profound feelings of emptiness and longing that arise from unfulfilled desires. Through the metaphor of an empty bottle and the absence of whisky, the poem explores the disillusionment of seeking joy in superficial...
