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Jun 2013
No amount of alcohol
could make me numb out
the thoughts of you in my head
Desire, lust, love
I have the symptoms
of all of the above
You fit me well
like a glove
You fill me up
like alcohol fills up
an empty glass
You're the champagne
of the night
the thrill I seek
my medicine
my remedy
my one need
You're the venom
without the poison
the love, my hunger it feeds
You set my body free
Spiritually
Emotionally
*Psychically
Β© Natali Veronica 2013.
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