Little Black Box
Transfixed on the gold liquor swirling around in his glass that presently had his undivided attention, a heavy sigh escaped his chest only to blend with the ethers of the bar. This was his second scotch and if he planned on hearing Jason continue to stroke his own ego, he’d need a 3rd, maybe a 4th. Since his goal was to NOT get inebriated tonight, he would need to finish what was left of his drink and began to make his apologies as he made his exit.
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Splendid! Please read one of my entries in return! https://todaysurvey.life/poets/girlhood%3C/span%3E%3C/span%3E%3C/span%3E%3C/a%3E%3C/p%3E%3C/div%3E%3C/div%3E%3C/div%3E%3Cstyle data-emotion-css="w4qknv-Replies">.css-w4qknv-Replies{display:grid;gap:1.5rem;}
Woah ! I'm feeling chills ! Were you inspired by other poems (I think for instance of Oceano Nox) ?