The words are encased in the dreams that won’t cease
Ivory skies, azure fires
Landscapes that yearn for a touch of reality
Flushed skin, fingers laced with sin
I cannot navigate the streets of fantasy without crashing
Olive brine, demons divine
My tongue silenced by memories that refuse to die
©5/2018
Whiskey Tales and Spells 
Memories like that are hard to shake.
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