whisky
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sometimes I take a sip of you,
but you taste like whisky.
when you hit my lips,
I cry in the ecstasy of nothingness.
as your warm liquor burns my throat,
I wonder if I taste the same.
Clinking ice tinks the glass
Fire water from fermented grain
Smooth liquid flows down past
Two fingers stack up on task
Soothing stomach tames
Rich flavor aged in cask
