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I'm too drunk off the air Rolling out of your mouth And the space between your lips.  I'm too drunk off the anticipation  My eyes receive as they  Only know the language of  The silence bleeding From your dried lips. I'm too drunk off the thoughts I am making up  In hopes that the words about  To part from your lips, Will grow me wings. I'm too drunk off the sigh Being the only thing  Resurrected from our past together Out of your lungs ...is that all that is ignited from our past? So say something... Before I become an alcoholic On your stillness  Forever clinging to your Whiskey scent  Promising me emptiness.
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Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 12:47 AM UTC
Mockery of Alcohol
I'm too drunk off the air Rolling out of your mouth And the space between your lips.  I'm too drunk off the anticipation  My eyes receive as they  Only know the language of  The silence bleeding From your dried lips. I'm too drunk off the thoughts I am making up  In hopes that the words about  To part from your lips, Will grow me wings. I'm too drunk off the sigh Being the only thing  Resurrected from our past together Out of your lungs ...is that all that is ignited from our past? So say something... Before I become an alcoholic On your stillness  Forever clinging to your Whiskey scent  Promising me emptiness.
SamCreek
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SamCreek
American
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 12:47 AM UTC
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