Flavors (Poem)

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Horseradish and cigars

Flavors

Drawn up by the stars

Neighbors

Full of roots

Go down to the core

To the bottom of my boots

Reaching for one whiskey more

I luxuriate in tombs

Till spring again

Around me blooms

In drops of rain


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