i remember what it is when the alcohol kicks in... thinking of all the position two can cuddle to laying deep within... nights clinging to torsos with limbs for a memory to carter to... as the feeling is foreign to the numb texture that's forgotten about luv... as it comes to life with a lil help from a drunken night... missing the skin on skin feel that caresses sighs with comfort made from life... freed from depths that hold the best captive so the pain never reaches for worth... goin inward is a protective tongue unable to taste the flava of muted words... four lil letters dropped from the vocabulary to remain productive in a solo world... as the booze fill the mood to wanna friend for an evening where lusts can get toe curled... for the lonely moment depends on the consumption of liquid forced down the hatch... goin back n forth from what was to what isn't the now affected by the past... in a drunken state of questioning details swept up as if particles gathered... trying to figure out the lines in between what does n doesn't matter... with another gulp goin down the hatch... feeding the vibe loosened to the rythym of the music in the background playing with the emotional grab... sitting alone lingering in thoughts as another swig tastes even better than the one before... telling self it ain't shit n to jus go find a freak like me to pass some time to ease the core... saying fuck it as a realization of the soothe having its way with me... but oooh how a mo fo can once again feel a few things...
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