Bleh with Barry

Random with a cynical twist of lime.

Spiral

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Another helping hand,

My friends Jack, Jameson,

Jimmy Beam.

Comfort me as I try

To forget about the smile,

The parting words,

The long dead echo of laughter.

Now dust clings to chapstick on a dresser,

Money lies that will never be touched again,

Shoes left still caked with mud.

Fill my tumbler friends and help me forget…

Or remember. And build my courage up to face

The ghost another day.

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Written by barryr22

May 22, 2010 at 9:32 pm

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