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Drunken Story
I lost me in the Middle of the night Drunken with stars and moonlight, Crawling with the grass and dews, A whining radio beside, and Withered white roses on the table, With crippled papers here and there, Showing your name blurry as possible, And crunched glasses, with blood colour Gleamed on my skin, some down. This isn't worth I know. I know this game, it sucks you Completely until you are not yourself. I just want to spend a little longer, longer than us, thinking about whiskeys And wines, that left me in paradise. Streaks of memories thinned me Like air,where am chased out, blacked out, Lost in sickness, brutal and beaten, Causing ruckus in my veins, and the tears transcended a thousand. These felt like the stars, Like vintage greens that never let us To see any other tints that we never belonged. But what does that mean now? Am I a loner tonight,no, ever? This love is a fickle, has broad open Back doors that are eyesore and blind, and never got a reason for it's existence. FOR SOME, IT'S THEIR WORLD. FOR SOME,LIKE ME, IT'S A CRASH LAND. The art that never heard of itself. Blooms like the spring, Sheds like an earthquake, leaving The victim worthless and trash, For am meant to be.
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