Through a haze
of burning gold whiskey
she swam
into the night
trying to escape
the clutches of a love
that was not hers
©MidwestFantasy
02/06/2017
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Through a haze
of burning gold whiskey
she swam
into the night
trying to escape
the clutches of a love
that was not hers
©MidwestFantasy
02/06/2017
Beautiful words as always Miss Fantasy…. you are a delicious delight to read
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And comments like that keep me writing! TY
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I tried whiskey once. Didn’t work for real life but I create some good poetry.Realistic and honest words. I liked them.
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Thank you John. Appreciate that
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You are welcome. I have 20 journals of drinking and wild times poetry. The whiskey escape can lead to dark places.
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very true
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