Been breaking my fall
With alcohol
My vacant apartment hall
Echoes so dull
The empty bottles clink
In the trash and in the sink
I stand on the brink 
And fall slow into my drink
Good night til next we meet
My love my sweet
The time seems so fleet
Must you leave my treat
How many days
In the bottle's haze
Til you lift my craze
With your lovely gaze.

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