I found Merlot in the liquor cabinet
For another night of doubt
Empty glasses filled with
Wine-stained fantasies
Laying on my bed
Reaching out to the empty space
Imagining someone else’s face
They never had names
But they were dancing in my dreams
I’d wake up the next day
With my head throbbing
And guilt boiling

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