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Sep 2013
I want to feel the burn
when it first meets the lips
creeps down the throat
and settles in my fingertips

I want to feel the warmth
once the drink is finished
the bottles are empty
and my worth is diminished

I want to feel the bliss
when it reaches my mind
makes me forget
and releases my binds
sky
Amy Denison
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Amy Denison
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