Soft skin. Hard Alcohol.A Poem by Cory BarrettHusky green leaves clutch to limbs that bore them, but many of the splashy reds, and yellows have jumped. 3 snows visited here already; the kind of that melt faster, than they fall. My liquor collection grows robust during falling days, and
blank-stared thoughts are more prevalent; symptomatic
of former-love disease. Frost has no business to remind me of warmth; that
responsibility has been delegated to good scotch. © 2018 Cory BarrettReviews
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