too much imbibed
too little to hold
i've come to rely
on the imminent fold
forget the pain
end my want
you wax and wane
while i try to flaunt
i strut and pose
while you sigh and dip
i'm stuck in repose
while i beg for lip
lick your wounds
(i'll tend to mine)
switching moods
come, drop a line
let's get lost
in e c s t a s y
come be the boss
of what's left of me
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