Look at her,
red lipstick smeared,
golden hair a mess.
She is beautiful,
looking like this.
Drunk as hell and higher than the heavens,
she is too young.
She messes around,
and soon she will be gone,
just like everybody else.
And here I am hours later,
drunk once more,
and her face is all I see.
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