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Whiskey Cash

Whiskey Cash

Our love is solidified with every kiss I lay on your nozzle.Β 
We finish one another's sentences.Β 
Rock hard conversations about suicide.Β 
Down on our luck never are we.Β 
As a team - we are unconquerable.Β 
Alone, we are limp and useless.Β 
Those around me smell your presence on my breath.Β 
Frightened, they cannot comprehend the power.Β 
Nor can I.Β 
Regardless of how often I anthropomorphize you dear whiskey - you still have yet to hire me.Β 
Jobless and thankless and completely content.Β 
Teamwork my friend. Teamwork.Β 

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Syd

Wow. I'm loving reading your work Michael. I can relate to your subjects. We write along similar lines. I look forward to reading the rest when I get the chance. I've been out of the country for a while and have a lot to catch up on. Unfortunately I haven't got much time at the moment. Cheers - SydΒ 

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Michael O'Boyle

Wow. Thank you so much man! I truly appreciate your words.Β 

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Michael O'Boyle

Wow. Thank you SO much Syd! It means the world to me!Β 

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Michelle Jones

Whiskey the true demon drink sucks away every bit if pain... And sense and leaves crawling in the dark. Great write ?

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