❝i blame the night
that i hate scotch
yet its taste is still burning my throat,
pumping through my veins
like there's no tomorrow.
i blame the night
for the dizziness of the world that is astounding,
and for falling into the dark abyss
called unconsciousness.❞
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Book of Poems ✓
Poetry❝ in which a girl writes down all that her heart desires. ❞ © by opulens 2014.-2017. all rights reserved. (lower case intended)