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Jan 2014
One drink, you think.
Not bad, you drink.
One more, right up.
Two drinks.
Hurry, you think.
Deep breath, you drink.
Third drink.
And fourth forth drink,
alcohol this night
will **** me, i think.
Not bad, you drink.

Barefoot baring burden, in the street again.
Fifth drink, you flirt, you drink.
The naked bottle, hiding in-a corner,
burning, trying to be.
Willing to see.
Six drinks and
*** things.
One more, before night.
I think:

To death weยดll drink.
In life we'll sink.

The glass broke,
and in a soft warm mist,
i think:
not bad, to drink.
Joaquin Cruzalegui
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Joaquin Cruzalegui
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