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I am the whiskey in your stomach. I wait for you to invite me inside. I sit in my place and wait for you to need me. But you only come to me when you don’t want her. Or him. Or them. You come to me when you have lost something else.
When you score your first goal, go out for ice cream When your teacher gives you your first gold star, frame it
I finally discovered the perfect balance of whiskey shots and your sweet ghost.   I finally discovered The perfect balance that  warms my soul  as well as 
Whiskey-colored rays of light coming from the window dragged me out of bed.
A fly Circles My bedroom
Brown Jug
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