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i only get drunk on special occasions 

so here i am, dizzy and disoriented, and draped over you.

your veins have stopped pulsing with passion.

i can feel the heat in my face barely carry over to you,

sickingly it seems my drunk, sweaty skin will never combat the cool of your corpse.

its not about wishing death upon ones enemy, but ensuring the death of ones lover.

i will look into the mirror tomorrow and curse the man who killed you.