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Burning Whisky
JoelJosol

It wasn't a welcome home parade,
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just the cold breeze blowing
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a confetti of light snow.
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Stepping out of the house past midnight,
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shirtless and bare footed,
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I expose my skin
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to falling snow and bitter air.
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I give in to temptation
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and stand still,
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white powder covers my face,
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touches my shoulders, arms
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but the yellow porch light
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struggles to warm me up,
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so unlike you... effortless, efficient.
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Pull me up close,
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let me wear you tight
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like a heavy down jacket,
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and fill your hands
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to an overflow
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of me
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while your hair brushes away the snow,
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warming me up deep within
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like a shot of burning whisky.
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03/05/07

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