violin strings wailing soft music in the distance

Odes to liquor:

where have all the good times gone? memories made and not retained, moments cherished for the moment. never made me sick, not the night of, not the morning after, no you didn't. regret and periodic blush sure. but you've never sickened me. you and your ways.

you make me want to go to bed but i never could. for some reason you've always kept me up. made me honest made me a stranger in my own self. dialed up the volume you have toned down the noise you've done also. you've made me cry you've made me laugh. i've danced and i've crashed. out black out back doubt back where's the route back.

you bewilder me. you fool me. you drive me. you are the cousin of death. or liver failure at the least. liver not the organ but the person amidst the action of living. you're a bastard. we can be bastards together.

hey there pretty stranger. you have no idea how much i've missed you.

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