the war is over

I never know whether it’s the mirror or the reflection (my enemy), or when the Cold War between my eyes and my vision began but tonight I got tipsy, stood on the balcony and stared at the man that could make me unvow my celibacy, who could divorce me from my thoughts and for the life of me I can’t recall whether he goes by Jack or Daniels.

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