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Aug 2015
Spinning.

Twirl through
the uphill bottle,
and battle the
summertime blues.

Spin free
of the days
spent swimming
in expensive *****.

Dance on my tongue,
whiskey,
or bourbon,
whatever the hell
you may be.

Spin with me,
close my eyes
to the dream.

Spin with me,
my glass-necked fiend.

Spin me free.
Justin S Wampler
Written by
Justin S Wampler  30/M
(30/M)   
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