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The rain has a rhythm…
dragging feet down the alley,
as night stretches its arms.

A skosh of blues moaning,
caught in the throat,
of the evening.

Lonely are the strings,
plucked by the thumb,
that lost its grip.

Going cold turkey,
from the whiskey,
that never loved me back.

 

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