Your Whisky Face

Take your whisky face and smile with me as we take this sandy path. Unknown in its projection, the sun beats down on the path. “You are my boy,” he said to the man. The light of the sky shining down to your feet. Puddles of light cast adventure at every turn. This was something to be in awe of. This was something.

Take your whisky face and dance with me now as we stumble our feet forward and glide our arms out. We’re flying. We really are and its unbelievable but I knew how to believe. This was your whisky face as our bodies contort in dance.

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