“On the Rocks”
a poem by Jeremy C Kester
If it seeks desolation
Could it be alone?
Forgotten like an empty glass
Bourbon’s stench still rife
Touching the air like a memory
If she could be forgotten
Left from a drunken stupor
Void of familiarity with company
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Poem written by Jeremy C Kester
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