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Boozy Haze
 



Soundless, silent, noiseless void,
avoid temptation's lure.
You're afraid, come now...admit!
Commit. Accept the cure.
Bluer skies are up ahead
instead of boozy haze.
Phase of life or rite of passage,
message subliminal plays.
Days you know not what you're doing,
ruing damage boundless.
One less drinkie every day
grey day fears are groundless.






By cherryk

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