Absinthe and emptiness abirritate my judgment, I let warm memories of you wash over me until it burns on this cold and broken night.
you twirl me around
i am a barefoot ballerina
dizzy with laughter and sunshine
you abirritate my guard
and sneak in a kiss
such a distant memory
the drumming of rain
on a tin rooftop
you would abirritate my loneliness
now only in my dreams
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