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Habits
We all have out tipple of choice, mine
i sip.
It's potent breath intertwines with mine
filling my lungs with pleasure.
Satisfying all of my dreams and desires.
I swig,
as my words become dizzy, muddled.
Phosphene eyes to match. Spirits,
lifted.
A wonderful serendipity,
i am free.
I gulp,
my mouth runs away with me, legs
unable.
The clock strikes, it's hand jittery
face wobbling.
Friday 16th December 2016 7:00 pm
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