She never liked the taste of whiskey
preferring the sweetness of wine
The twilight mornings
teetering home on tipsy stiletto heels
She tries to shower away the
foggy memories
the lights and music
are a temptation
the thrill of laying
in strangers' arms
to postpone the loneliness
one more night
Facing the morning light
the reality
The allure
is too strong
Tonight
she'll once again
chase the illusion
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