Numbing of the senses
My weakness
At the scent of this sweet drink.
A beautiful array of alcohol and ginger schnapps;
A divine drink
My ambrosia.
A lullaby within my veins
That lulls my mind to a halt
Slowing down each thought
And relishing this peaceful moment
A sleepy haze that casts gently
Over my nodding head
My gentle smile that caresses my lips.
And I can almost grasp the concept
Of self-induced peace
That although my liver is screaming against
My mind relishes
And takes comfort within.
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