i mix
up an apple martini
my old
go to
drink when carousing
the streets
like a lone
wolf,
howling,
looking for something
that might
resemble love.
just one though.
drinking alone seems
pointless.
there's no one there
to take in
the witty things you'll say,
there's no one there
to get closer to,
to convince to
stay over. there's bad
weather out
there tonight, my love,
i think
it's best you stay,
my dear.
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