Pour into cold glass
An elixir to fashion
The soul and the mind
Pull you into the present
And bring you back to living
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Writer in San Francisco, CA

I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness
Pour into cold glass
An elixir to fashion
The soul and the mind
Pull you into the present
And bring you back to living
Liked this post? Try Fog Slips or Stellar’s Jay.