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Drunk

I awake in the morning; refreshed,
ready to meet a new day.
That's when the vultures swoop down on my synapses.
Just one sip; I declare!
Just one drink; I declare!
Just one bottle; I declare!
My eyes grow heavy,
and I dropp this pen.
Another day wasted.

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