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Binge Drinking

The throbbing headache and nausea
I can endure; I’ve had worse.
Right now I could cry,
Such a raw hope consumed me
As I thought about you, desperate.
It was still dark for me then,
when I needed you. Now it’s day.
It brings a true smirk to my face
To know you are nothing more
Than a night of binge drinking:
A foolish part of my youth,
A consequence of boredom.
I could not hold your liquor,
I vomited all that bile you said to me
in the hedges outside. Don’t fret,
this is not a bad memory, in fact
you might never be a memory at all.
I am well. I will drink better and
Far more dangerous poisons.
I am today, you are only last night.

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