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Jonathan
Poems
Sep 2020
Whiskey Night
It was a whiskey night—
All nights were at this point.
It was the closest thing
He could bring to his lips
That even remotely felt like her.
As the sky turned from pink to black,
So did his thoughts.
As he drained the last glass,
He chased her into his dreams.
#loss
#distance
#whiskey
#sad
#dreams
#night
#alone
Written by
Jonathan
M/Oregon
(M/Oregon)
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