it is my fault
i have drunk that much
more than i
can take
i used to love
wine
i miss what
alcohol
means to
each
empty glass
it is my fault
now i
have no sense
every glass
looks the same
every wine
means
nothing
how i wish i
can feel the need
again
likewise love.
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