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Articulated addiction…



How could I
Ever forget the burning
Feeling of your
Pungent lullabies
Running down
My throat?
Burning tales,
Running on my
Hungry tongue.
Promising myself
Each and every
It was the last…
That by the first
Sunset ray,
When the headache
Hit me
I would quit
Your fantasy world.
For good.
Yet, still
I’m thirsty and
Craving a word play
I just long to
Get drunk on your
Finely picked words,

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