Came home with her smell, her talk and her pride,
Nobody knew how ,
he still could drive,
One , two , three and the count was lost,
Blinking at the barman,
he took another shot.
Days passed but his habit didn’t ,
He stuck to her like a bee on a sting,
Drowned in her essence,
he renounced his world.
Went away from family and friends ,
As soon as she took entrance in his world,
His love for her exceeded the threat of death,
Enraptured by the liquid in the bottle,
which was nothing,
but a call to fret.
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