or two,
or at most
three, takes you into another realm
of thinking.
love is blurred,
life is
suddenly a sepia
photograph taken long ago.
the edges hazy,
the words slurred.
what is real
is less.
the curled edges of time
lie before you.
a sip of gin can take you there.
you forgive,
you forget.
you're willing to do things,
that in the morning,
you will regret.
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