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-alcoholic requiem-


I woke up too sick to get out of bed.

I was up too late dancing with the ghosts in my head.

drank too much wine and wished I were dead-

I was up too late dancing with the ghosts in my head.

I could be ok and not feel so wasted

if each ghost that spun me round the floor didn't wear your face.

so I spend the night in a melancholy place-

toasting each memory that I can't replace.

maybe one more drink can lay these ghosts to rest.

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