Cigarettes and WhiskeyA Poem by ElizabethCold and broken like the dead poet’s Hallelujah
a ledge I navigate with precarious indecision a funeral march that promises a cold and comforting grave Love letters that are yellowed and torn words and moments that never were echoing in empty hallways but tonight the corner of a bar cigarettes whiskey and stranger’s smile ignite hope again © 2012 ElizabethReviews
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13 Reviews Added on October 3, 2010 Last Updated on October 28, 2012 AuthorElizabethWonderland, TNAboutI am Alice through the looking glass...I mix my metaphors with barbiturates. I take my mania with a glass of milk and I rarely look before crossing the street. Walk a mile in my mary janes, friend. .. more..Writing
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