Whisky the truth seeker
Took a shot of whisky
No a lot to kill me
Sensors,
Were heightened
But not frighten
Visions were slow
But to show
The reflections of a broken man
Past is shown to the man
All thanks the whisky,
The seeker of truth for the broken man.
poem by Kyle Ong
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