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Jul 2011
a day dreams wake
slow moving soul

broken promise
till death
no longer a part

this wicked wasted dream
so many gone

vacant eye
whiskey scented breath

sun swallowed, the dusk’s clever taunt
wicked wasted day
this day’s dream gone

whiskey emptied bottles
a soul
this souls subtle song

no longer a part
this wicked whiskey song

no longer my heart
in your wicked day dream song
AC Brooks
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