Danced the night away
In the heart of France.
People are tired of the day,
So they look for the moon's glance.
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The bar were filled with tempting cognac
And any other alcohol.
People everywhere were on crack
To the point their lives couldn't be controlled.
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Shining spotlights were beaming on the liquid
As I drank from something premium.
Hours later, I became languid,
A body hurt from excessive delirium.
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The next day, I woke up in my bed at home,
Realizing that my head is spinning round.
My recently conscious mind hums
The seconds before I fell to the ground.
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My body was getting better,
But still hurt from the last night
Before I got a hangover
By the arrival of daylight.
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A/N: Isn't this dark? I really twisted the topic of '360 degrees' in my own opinion. At first, I thought of travelling the whole world, and it was sure compatible, but I couldn't really think about the words to put in.
I just happened to read some of the poems from the poetry book called Phantasm by tsarahh, and coincidentally, it matched with this poem's theme. I based this poem on some of her poems, but with a twist of '360 degrees.' So if you think you like this poem, be sure to comment, vote, and share. Over and out.
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