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Rasberry Sake

by Christopher Shin

Cling to my soul,
Oh dark thoughts
of me and you.

When the liquor,
in a shot glass
becomes pink
with a taste of
rasberry on my tongue.

Smoke rings dance
and flutter as
memories of long
lost friends reflect
like ashened ghosts.

All that is me is the liquor,
and the soul of me
the glass long gone.

When jagged pieces
bleed through my lips,
and your kisses are broken
words.

Sadly I am gone,
and the pieces of
you mix with the toxins
of my veins.

For all is gone,
and all that shall
be my mind is a blur.

10/18/2007

Posted on 10/19/2007
Copyright © 2022 Christopher Shin

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