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Reflections upon Dwindling Euphoria

Ten times we bet our dimes and
ten times we lost them.
When I'm really drunk I
feel pretty awesome.
Never before have I touched a whore,
'cause I'm hardcore and like parkour,
and disease would do me poor.  I want
more than lust; I'll forge pure love.
My body is dust and my soul is above.
We love and we live.  We've done what we did.
I've come to give what I can
and stand as a man.

Author notes

Each line should be felt in 4/4.
When you read it, it's supposed to feel pretty rhythmic.
I meant for the rhythm to fall in such a way that the rhymes are apparent.

This is the first poem I've written while drunk.
I thought it was really clever when I wrote it =P

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