One more sip of you could kill me—
lay me out in my funeral finery,
kiss my cold lips goodbye.
I’ve been drunk half of my life—
moonshine of your lies,
apple mash in my throat.
loosening any inhibitions,
luring me to your hook.
I am helpless against you.
Let me drink in your essence—
until I die.
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