ninety seven

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chapter 97
"drunk"

I smile as I stumble,
he tells me,
"you're happier lately"

I chuckle to myself
I wonder if he'll notice
how drunk I am

I get excited
when the room starts to spin.
like my dresses
in the summer air

smothered in heavenly sin
I ponder
now I can't even remember his name
I wonder
if things will ever be the same

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