a kiss of gin
from a parting glass
to your parting lips
before parting glance,
in time just nicked
by the chin and drunk
too fast, let's
Please go our desperate way,
away so fast to safe homes,
to our betterment at last,
and wherever it roams
as it comes to pass
or whatever it is,
or should prove to be.
At least it should try,
we've deserved it, see?
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