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Vodka may be her best friend

an endless lover to the all nighters

and all about hours

reminiscing on sunrise memories

to wild sunsets and whispering at midnight


She loves the feeling living without regret

no guilt pinning her down

silence is forgotten

as she skips

on the darkened pavement

letting out

letting go

letting loose

all things that she is afraid to do

sober (somber).


-vodka


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