Virtue of the Moth: Poems by Danny Price
Friday, January 2, 2015
Vodka
I do reminisce that clean burn;
tasted like baptism every time.
When the perfect mix I did learn,
it eased my mind, and my concern.
It made each and every night sublime.
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