JACK DENIELS

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There's no escape from you,
You grew roots around my rib cage and cloaked my heart in your embrace;
I thought you wanted my entirety but you only wanted to suck me dry.
Forlorn here I sit on a broken stool,
Not doing so well,both the stool and I.
We fit perfectly together for this lonely night.
Thoughts running like a train rumbling on tracks,
And Now I am trying to fill the emptiness you left with a sip of Daniels!
And my thought turns to you faster than this burning drink burns my throat.

-eleich

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