when we come together, something
soothing cascades inside, something
primal, for the heavy flesh
entirely. a guest, that friend–
unconditionally. my lover
and i keep you in bed with me, i keep
you with me. the ring hits
your glass, and tells the house
what you mean to me.
local 606 
I do believe this is the most beautiful poem ever written to the ‘spirit’ of a properly blended whiskey.
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youre very kind. im glad that you have seen it.
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Saw it, but your art hid it from me at first. I burned, and then I saw.
So very nicely done!
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