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Whiskey Memoirs


Morning light through
Shuttered blinds
Sitting hidden
Within obscurity.

Memories flickering
Like an 8mm film;
Handwritten notes
Creating mementos
Within a musty journal.

Ticks of the clock
Grow silent;
Eyes fixated on
The bottle of Wild Turkey.

Only the aroma remains.

Raising a toast,
With an empty glass,
Towards happiness
Recently snatched away.

Replaced with the burdens
Of a curse that remain

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