Beautiful Hangover
I'm a lethargic somnolent goblin of my night.
I Feed and outlive on my blood red wine like angelic dreams,
Decorated in sipping amazeballs to imbibe,
And when I woke up sluggishly
To the sun shining
Through my morning light
I realized that my dream hasn't gone.
It blithely ached in my beautiful hangover.
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