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cheap vodka [poem]

losing him tasted like cheap vodka
harsh and hard to swallow
but if you wanna get drunk on life
you gotta learn to roll with the punches
and shoot back that burning liquid
tears in your eyes
from all that bitterness you have to drink
until the bad spirits settle in your stomach
and everything gets a little hazy
you loosen up and suddenly
everything you bottled up is gone
and letting go feels a little less impossible


bookdragon, poet, witch

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