half-empty...
it's almost 1 AM...
i stared blankly on the TV.
some old western movie...
the cowboy drew his pistol
... ... ... bang!
i reached for my glass
As one bad guy falls...
and while the vodka
Slid down my throat,
memories flooded
my thoughts
and a hint of poetry
glimmered
in the ebony
blackness of the night...
(hik!)
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