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Dryden & Ash

by Venky

Seeking refuge in alcohol, finding solace in the noise of Iron Maiden

Venky knew he was leading a life of illusion, resorting to Huxley and Dryden

Carrying reminiscences of his Ash in every vein artery and coursing blood cell

He was nothing without her and every minute of her absence was to him a living hell

Ash, his life, his love, his one and only belle

Ash, sans her his life was but an exercise in denial

Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#105

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crimsonprose May 11, 2019 - 3:20 pm

That’s cleverly done. I especially like the Huxley and Dryden; nicely at odds with Iron Maiden.

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