And here I sit, with my extra strong drink
a tingling sleepiness pulsating through my arms
to my shoulders
my cheeks flush, warmth
blinking, scanning, blurred visions
inhibitions drowning amidst three cloudy icecubes
Though art but a vision
for you remain seen
yet silent to my beckonings
Maybe you're fucking someone else
on the desk you saved for me
indifference
gaping holes in my head
You fucked me
and you fuck me over
when you remain only a vision
in the bottom of my glass
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