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Happy hour (Other) by flatliner I sit at the alter
paying homage
to the liquid gods.
My prayers are halted
when my bottle sings to me
as it transforms
to glittering shards.
I have a fleeting thought
on how to reclaim my
mistakes as they course
the ruts of the lacquered wood.
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