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Prohibition

Like streamlets of gin,
floating the bottom of a bottle
The veins flows, intoxicate abstinence's woes,
carried like wreckage, drying on the sandy shore.

Dark alley, conceal brothel laughs,
of coats and hat's humps.
Snitch by the light arts
Seek by desecrate dark.

Dim by the uncover breasts, of cast angels wings.
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