I didn't want him back.
I didn't want him.
I didn't want.
I didn't.
I...
wasn't interested in winning him over; I just missed being drunk.
He was intoxicating,
but that bubbling champagne,
that sweet red wine
and fruity hypontic--
that made rooms spin,
and wrinkles blur into beauty,
made dancing flow through my veins
and down my spin--
have fermented,
and all I
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