I’m too drunk,
You’re too cute,
I want to die, sweet bliss in me,
And I watch the razor by my side.
Throbbing lips,
For all wrong reasons,
Cup too close to mouth,
Where yours should be.
Pink tongues,
Like summer flowers,
Blossoms, but,
In other’s hearts, and other’s mouths.
I’m sleepy,
And I want to die,
All part of night’s sweet ritual,
Morning’s foe.
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