Just pour me another glass of soul wine
and I'll let you see inside
the carefully-hidden, broken pain.
Look but don't touch, please.
At the first sign of danger I'll pick up
and run.
Don't take offense, please.
You didn't mean what you said with your eyes.
But I've seen them before,
and that time maybe it was meant.
I won't be there again.
Pour me another shot of your voice.
Fill me with your nearlessness
until I'm as drunk as I wish I was.
Don't wake me sober, please.
Just let me tumble
into this happy, unaware.
Kill me with this reality's potent whiskey.
until there is more of you
then life and blood
in my veins.
How it would kill to remain.
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