Poem -
Intoxicated, in love.
He spoke her name the same way an alcoholic sips vodka.
So effortlessly, that it became a habit.
He got drunk off of her voice, and high off of her smell.
Yet she made him sick, and put him through hell.
He never considered letting her go, so his life became tragic.
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