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Mar 2015
Perfume and bourbon
through the unknown
and we don't know
where we are

if bottles were
deeper, maybe
we could dig
(or drink)
to find out
what's the
bottom
where's the end
to the scent of a flower
to the harsh burn
of the bourbon furnace
raging on

Where's the end when
a beginning is so sweet?
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
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