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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