Drunken nights

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is not something I currently am
However I know how it feels to be so
I still tremble at the thought of your sweetness
As you brush my lips and entwine my tongue
My tastebuds tingle at the thought of one final taste
But I know one will never quench my thirst
Maybe two or three will help

But for how long?
An hour or a day?

I miss the clubs, the bars,
Wondering aimlessly on those

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Nights

Stumbling, shoes in hand laughing endlessly.
But now I know, all it did was play mind games
Make me think all was okay
However when I sobered the pain came back
Double, sometimes triple than before.

I may miss those days, but for now
I am done..