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Second Pull
So
now
it's burning nicely in my throat.
Just like you.
I've concocted the perfect mix
of blood and alcohol,
sex and emotion,
and my brain is moving slow enough
and my head is tilting far enough
and my stride is fucked up enough
to ride through the perfection
of this feeling,
unbridled by inhibitions,
with a blank page
and a guitar.
But don't think I'm comparing you to booze so completely.
My liver will get rid of it in a few hours.
You're here to stay.
now
it's burning nicely in my throat.
Just like you.
I've concocted the perfect mix
of blood and alcohol,
sex and emotion,
and my brain is moving slow enough
and my head is tilting far enough
and my stride is fucked up enough
to ride through the perfection
of this feeling,
unbridled by inhibitions,
with a blank page
and a guitar.
But don't think I'm comparing you to booze so completely.
My liver will get rid of it in a few hours.
You're here to stay.
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