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Orange licks sky
Embers fall, begin to die
Light recedes, dark returns
Stare across water
Words devastate and leave cold
Walk into darkness
Frosted breath on air
Alone again, shuddered chill
With it tiny thrill
A beginning soon
New log to hearth, stoke the flame
Welcome time to change
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Whiskey At Dusk
Guess the whiskey was more important to you in the end, wasn’t it? It was more than the well-being of your friends; more vital than showing up to the places you promised you would and could come to; more critical of a matter than fulfilling your damn responsibilities and getting the press off your back.
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