Whispering intimacy from a snifter of Cognac. Each breath laced
with a forbidden indulgence of insanity chasing a ghost of fleeting
ecstasy. From the labyrinth of my soul and agonizing rhythm
of stagnant ice in the crystal glass, forming a glacier in my mind’s
permafrost tightening the chains of addiction, of elusive salvation
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Elusive Salvation
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