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My eyes are blurred, in pastel pink

I think I’ve had too much to drink

Nothing’s making any sense

Imagination, my self defense

With trickery, you change my vision

Enough to cause this indecision

Do I carry on, the way I am

Or sober up, with another gram

That brings my focus back in view

Though things remain, quite askew

Perhaps it’s best to sleep it off

Forget the drink, what was that quaff?

That made everything, before me, blurry

While time blew by me, in a hurry

With this, a bitter pill, to swallow

Is this the path I’m doomed to follow?


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