I found you in a
Bar of course. That is where I
Find them all. I fell
For you, like sliding
Slowly off a stool, knowing
What's next. Powerless.
Not really caring
That the next stop is the floor,
And, unfriendly hands,
Grabbing and dragging
You hit my heart like
A quart of Bourbon, sweet bite,
Warm and comforting
One.
Two.
Three.
Another empty bottle and
Mirror glass in my knuckles
Are all that remain of our
Love
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