Bitter
Sour
Shaken not stirred
Crisp and clear
all too queer
A jagged edge
tormenting a wedge
Dark and moody
not too gloomy
Dark skies
blue skies
In-between
Moonlight crescent
heavens descent
For a shot
with a sneeze
over the left please
Fade to grey
i hope and prey
Salt and Pepper
thirty and dirty
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