March's lion roared fire & sulfur first from scratched matchsticks
Buried deep into bourbon soaked cherries
Dipped amid brothers' candlelit conversation, thick and intermittent
With dark Irish thirst.
Smoked under a growing haze,
Drawing love and generally exhausting malaise
Into one cumulus pall looming,
Apposed to individually bearing,
They mingled each united bearing, airing
Momentarily burdened sharing, hearing, bearing
In the dissipating pain and plume.
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