Poverty, war, hunger
Brain damage
Drinking eases
Lowers the volume
Morning comes
Sobriety's back
Drinking helps
Volume is lower now
The end is nigh
A Women walks in
She is the perfect scotch
I want to taste her lips
Light is coming
The scotch is gone
But the lips stayed
Sobriety
Volume is lower
There's no scotch around
But the lips are still here
One month sober
Sobriety helps
Eases the volume
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Yalish Morrison
Trying to create my own space in this world.
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