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Jan 2014
god
god is at the top of a bottle
of single malt whiskey
in that first sip
(and the second)
and the liver
slowly absorbs
what it can
and the angels speak
and god speaks
sweet waves of
ecstasy that
vibrate
until the dark
consumes what's left
of the day
Colin Anhut
Written by
Colin Anhut  Raleigh, NC
(Raleigh, NC)   
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