One spec of the dust on my neck
Top notch, age perfected wreck
Is worth more than a shot
of the rot you can spot
Slyly sitting highly up here
Peering though glass, crystal clear
Still shelves below
the sweetest mellow and so
To reveal how you feel,
To know somehow what is real...
Drink down your spirit sweet
and face yourself complete.
Reveal your spirits shine.
Reveal proof divine.
So, just a shot of your spirit..
Pour neat and let me near it.
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Alexandria Aponte
I have been a writer since I was 8 years old, writing everything from short stories, novel attempts, poetry and songs. I have been a singer for 21 years and I seem to have a comedic flare in most of my artistic endeavors.
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