i get drunk sometimes
and it really makes me feel good
my head become as light as
a feather and my hands so free
as the winds
and i love life so much
and i drink some more
all alone by myself talking
and talking and
laughing and laughing
with whom? Ah, my loving God
my friend, my confidante
my partner in drinking
as i drink my wine and he
drinks his Blood.
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