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Apr 2016
Echoes of memories ricochet in
These old haunts of mine
Where the poison hasn't touched
And the only name I know here
Is Tom Collins.

Did we consume too much?
Did we stay too long?
Did the haze of the high
**** us dry?

It must have stolen
All the marrow in my bones
Because now, I am empty,
Listening to these ghosts for acoustics
While the seat beside me stays wanting.
I had a drink alone in a place we used to frequent for open mics.
Bittersweet.
Aniseed
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Aniseed  122/Mars
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   JoJo Nguyen
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