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The first slow, Scraping turn Of metallic lid Atop ‘f my silver-stained Hip flask Gives way to smell of hard liquor And sweaty palm. It is the most eagerly anticipated Seven seconds of each of my twenty-four hour days. Whiskey was cheapest today, And always preferred. But, As often is the case, The lid was harder ******* on With shaking hand And blood scourged cheek Telling everyone I missed my world.
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Sep 7, 2010
Sep 7, 2010 at 6:24 PM UTC
Hard Liquor
The first slow, Scraping turn Of metallic lid Atop ‘f my silver-stained Hip flask Gives way to smell of hard liquor And sweaty palm. It is the most eagerly anticipated Seven seconds of each of my twenty-four hour days. Whiskey was cheapest today, And always preferred. But, As often is the case, The lid was harder ******* on With shaking hand And blood scourged cheek Telling everyone I missed my world.
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Sep 7, 2010
Sep 7, 2010 at 6:24 PM UTC
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