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Sep 2013
Each burning sip goes down...
              and down
                  and down
                                 settling and washing over my mind.
It creeps up.
Suddenly I could care less
About what was, is and could be.
And I drift
                and drift
                    and drift
                               to sea to drown.
In emotion, in alcohol, in memory.
Erica Winter
Written by
Erica Winter  Maryland
(Maryland)   
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