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We get drunk, there's coke, there's yokes, there's drugs in abundance, emotions pour out through the broken dam, exploded temporarily by big eyes, slurred words, and a general, overwhelming sense of well-being. Euphoria brings euphoria, I lie in your arms "just be with me." You agree, it's easy, almost beautiful. We talk about how we've hurt eachother, your brother, your ex, your roommate we blame these people for our losses, for our inability to just love eachother. But then sobriety crippling and loud, the day is crisp, lights are bright and suddenly I am on an operating table. You are brandishing an instrument — a scalpel? Or a needle. Are you stitching or cutting? Your hand poised above my heart we stare at eachother in silence. You turn, your white coat swirls, you leave. But wait? Where are you going? Is this love? Is it love? Is it?
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Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 7:51 AM UTC
Love Buzz
We get drunk, there's coke, there's yokes, there's drugs in abundance, emotions pour out through the broken dam, exploded temporarily by big eyes, slurred words, and a general, overwhelming sense of well-being. Euphoria brings euphoria, I lie in your arms "just be with me." You agree, it's easy, almost beautiful. We talk about how we've hurt eachother, your brother, your ex, your roommate we blame these people for our losses, for our inability to just love eachother. But then sobriety crippling and loud, the day is crisp, lights are bright and suddenly I am on an operating table. You are brandishing an instrument — a scalpel? Or a needle. Are you stitching or cutting? Your hand poised above my heart we stare at eachother in silence. You turn, your white coat swirls, you leave. But wait? Where are you going? Is this love? Is it love? Is it?
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molly-5
Irish
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 7:51 AM UTC
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