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Apr 2021
A tantalising score of lovers
lined up like shot glasses

down in one
hoping to taste gold liquor

until you realise that each one
is merely bad Sambuca

that your friends are egging you on to drink
before you can finish off the night

and go home
Emma Elisabeth Wood
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Emma Elisabeth Wood  F/UK
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