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8 Line Poems In dire need of another drink
the gong had sounded long ago
my glass slipped from my hand
as he hummed over to me, like a wasp
trying to tame me, under his breath
sweat from my pores as he whispered in my ear
I mimed his actions, faked a smile
took my key, and fled to the safety of my room...alone.
