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Feb 2018
blue gatorade can’t
erase the potent taste
of cheap ***** but
it makes your lips
taste like ecstasy
transporting me to
a world where i’m
not broken, and
i’m not afraid
to love you.

i want to have
your babies.it’s true.
drunk words.
sober thoughts.
You smile or maybe cringe.

not enough love
in my world.
not enough time
with you.
but what do I know
in a liquor infused
state of mind?
Written by
B N Bradley
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