A Drunken Confession

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You tasted like an Apple Martini,
Your caresses were sweet and tangy.
But your lies hit like vodka.
And your broken promises like rum and cola.

I still remember outside that club.
When you said, you have fallen out of love.
And I cried bottles of bitter tears.
As I gulp down those bitter beers.

And then all of a sudden you come running back.
Like my favorite white wine, that's a fact.
But I still drank you in like tonic.
This, is the confession of an alcoholic.

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