Whiskey Sour

Whiskey Sour

 

You run warm with courage
And I sink tried and true
Untethered
From the roles I know

All time disbands
Before triumph disrobed
Uncorked, unsheathed
And primed for the fall

A torturous dawn
Is my pride and joy
The heaving
The sputter
Of my worthless form

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