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Unnamed

I’m so much more leisurely spent bubble
I’m an after-thought
I’m who keeps you awake
I’m who gets away
Your intoxicated blood yearns,
Seeks, begs and pleads for me.
The alcohol foaming at your fingertips
Thirsts you for just another taste
Your vision blurry
Your tongue slurs
Your drunk hiccups remind you
Of the way I loved you.

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