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Absinth
By Christian Ward
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One sip
And you are taken back
To the days of bohemian
Paris, when the nights
Of the fin de siècle were
Long and your mind was
Clouded by the ideals
Of liberté, égalité and
Fraternité. Or until the
Green fog clears
And you wake up naked;
Chained to a lamppost
Somewhere in London
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According to himself, Christian is a “crazy 25 year-old blonde European
who writes (and enjoys) ludicrously insane writing.”
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