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You were my first love
But when I really look back
You were my first loss
I hate how I can't let go of the bad in my life despite the good beginning to make an appearance
I am somebody, even
Without
You
Well-tempered
As Bach's staccato joy takes hold
Of Book 1: Prelude No. 3
A clavier so mild, calm
Lagavulin-scented air
Peat moss, weather fair
The happy harpsichord
And the placid piano
Join in my glass
Mingling, giving the whisky
A nuance
Of elegance
Balancing the burn
Excellently
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