whisky
sometimes I take a sip of you,
but you taste like whisky.
when you hit my lips,
I cry in the ecstasy of nothingness.
as your warm liquor burns my throat,
I wonder if I taste the same.
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Photojournalism major at Ohio University, I enjoy writing casual poetry about my everyday thoughts and experiences.
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