drinking whiskey at 7am in Moda as a sleepless night turns to waiting for the slow breaking of the day

on my tongue
that sweet bliss
of Irish
melting away
what once was
and still is
not to be forgotten
as I move along
this worn path
toward all of you
long gone
except from my heart
my heart
my heart

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