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Sunday, 8 January 2017

Poem: Fortified by Forty-Five

Forty five glasses of wine 
Fortifies the nights of lone, 
Fighting dreams of windy lanes, 
Blocking howls of snow wolves. 

There was a dance, 
In this drunken nightmare; 
Where we were passed around, 
And our feet never touched the ground. 

We woke, heady, to sunrise skies, 
Falling back against the pillows; 
Pulling the stained sheets tighter, 
Against the heavy head pounding harder. 

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