It is only when you roll over
in dizzy drunken slumber,
with sleepy spittle seeping
from your dry mouth,
with red wine stained lips,
and a smudged rainbow
of Makeup upon your face.
Does it occur to me,
that you look so very different
from the girl I was ready to sell
my left leg to bed.
I only wished I had taken a beer
home with me,
for these eye's are in need of goggles.
Not Long Left
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