Too much drink
Makes the world spin.
I wish
That I could grasp you
In my hands,
And see your eyes
Locked in mine
Like so many times before.
The whirlwinds when I close my eyes,
I want, and crave
Your scent that is
Hanging in my mind.
But I am far too nauseous
To do anything about it
At all.
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