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morning of an alcoholic

by rippedknuckles

this is the third shower ive taken today and now the water is ice cold pounding on my burned back after i scorched it the first and second shower maybe i figured if the water was hot enough it would burn your essence you left on my skin thinking that the one thing you couldnt take away from me was my body but i just dried myself off and i can still feel your tongue on my neck saying my name i can still feel your fingers grabbing my face and your eyes staring right through me stuttering that you loved me and now i look in the mirror and stare at whats left of my reflection and chuckle as dry my hair i got dressed and went outside said hello to michael got the paper and walked back inside fixed myself a scotch i figured feeling numb in the morning was better than any wake up call i was going to get
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Dec 6, 2014
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#alcohol #love #touch

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