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Brim To Bottle's Dregs
He sought relief in the bottle’s dregs,
reprieved from mind’s restraint,
released from life’s constricting noose,
insufferable constraint.
A toast to numbness, muddled thoughts,
to demons trapped within,
and cheers to addled countenance,
in solitudes of gin.
Feel tensions ebb, and guilt subside,
stripped free from reason’s chains,
when potent potions warm the heart,
to course through troubled veins.
Night slumber’s fitful, peace eludes,
the restless spirit begs,
to seek release with tippler’s draught,
from brim to bottle’s dregs.
