Gin

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Miss you like fire
And whiskey burning down your throat
Sticky sweet, consumed
Intoxicated, alcoholic is the mere thought of you

Want to live inside your words
Listen to only your lowest notes
So I can take you up higher
Further than you could alone

Breathe you in like musky smoke
Hyper focus calmed by yours
Taste like trash but that's okay
Cause it's all yours and I want the hurt

Take you apart like foil on chocolate
Make you melt inside my pocket
Keep you tucked away in folded arms
Held together by sweat slick palms

Needle poke
Veins perforated, broke
In hospice
Sat drowned in
Flat old gin

From when you stole my heart
And booked it
Then never once looked back.

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