“Whisky dust”

Two glasses of whisky
dipped in a cigarette smoke.

The sound of ice
dancing at the bottom
every time we take a sip.

Red rose in an empty bottle
and a little note.

Shine bright my star,
he murmurs and grins,
shine bright.

He touches my hand
and the cage cracks.

Peel me like an egg John,
help me hatch.

Take me under your drafty wings.

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