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Published: 2012-01-10 00:00:55 +0000 UTC; Views: 141; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 2
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I struggle as I try to shakeThe bottle from my hand
I see the volume decreasing
As I fail to stand
The poison is running
Through my decrepit veins
So abused and tarnished
For the wine has surely stained
And the vodka has beaten
The whiskey has burned
The rum has fallen to my stomach
Where my darkness sure did churn
Do I reach again
Once the drink is gone
For a new, uncorked piece of bliss
Or peace of glistening throng