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Flavors (Poem)
Horseradish and cigars
Flavors
Drawn up by the stars
Neighbors
Full of roots
Go down to the core
To the bottom of my boots
Reaching for one whiskey more
I luxuriate in tombs
Till spring again
Around me blooms
In drops of rain
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I love this, it really took me somewhere else.
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Hopefully not Detroit.
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