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Brandy Andy

In the perpetual night,
looms an inflexible darkness,
the stench of brandy,
linger like the pathos

In a peculiar bar,
lies a particular man,
of whom poured in liquor,
in heavy loads

A eerie sound resounded the bar,
cries of an man echoed the same,
piercing shrieks of pain reverbated

The man swaggered out the entrance,
not intentionally,
but felt compelled to do so

Andy, the voice in his head,
instructed his stagger,
his breath encapsulating the man,
an crepuscular phantom is he

Andy demanded a command,
the man proceeded without hesitation,

The man picked up the broken shards
of the glass bottle,
his hand gripping tighter,
blood flowing quicker

Andy said not another word,
did the man do,
what he did to the drunken girl

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