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A shot of gin
I had a poem
what happened to it?
I went to grab a pen
a spiral and a shot of gin
drowned thought spiraling down within
I tried to write it down
The sounds of fading words decay
within decaying memory
what happened to it?
I went to grab a pen
a spiral and a shot of gin
drowned thought spiraling down within
I tried to write it down
The sounds of fading words decay
within decaying memory
Published 12th Jul 2015
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20th Aug 2015 4:59pm
Hmmm maybe the gin took it?
I relate. (Though perhaps not to the gin part) Often when I feel a finger of inspiration tickling my brain, if I don't get it down right away, if I even have to hesitate long enough to find a way to get it down, it can elude me.
I relate. (Though perhaps not to the gin part) Often when I feel a finger of inspiration tickling my brain, if I don't get it down right away, if I even have to hesitate long enough to find a way to get it down, it can elude me.
30th Aug 2015 1:42am
I'm actually a vodka man, but that didn't fit. You know what I'm talking about. I try to keep a pen on my person at all times. Even then they magically disappear
