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Fragments of a Formerly Active Sex Life

At the End of a Bottle
by Gregory Wilde  /  poetry  /  12 Sep 2007

A whisky bottle

is my pal,

we'll discover

ancient fields.

I am warm

when you're around.

Burn my hope away,

burn my desires into dreams,

burn my dreams into reality,

burn my reality in whisky.

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