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Aug 2018
i have a bad habit.
at night,
when i can’t sleep
and there’s no more room for me to think,
i drink.
i drink your words off the very page,
the rhymes tickling my throat,
the words dancing on my lips.
i have a bad habit.
when even my own mind
is too busy
for me to visit,
i resort to one thing:
i get drunk on your words.
Written by
ali  18/F/hidden within my words
(18/F/hidden within my words)   
       Daniel Ruiz, olivia, Bee, Only me, Dennis Willis and 5 others
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