Whiskey Tango


Hazy little corner in the back of the bar.
Tell me again how you love me.
Glass filled with whiskey,
Yamazaki 12,
Liquid gold.
I wonder,
Where does this emptiness come from.
All good intentions,
Just completely unreachable.
Not perfect.
Feed me more,
Ambrosia.
Honey fire,
Down the gullet,
Trying to feel,
Something,
Anything.

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