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Mixing cranberry juice and champagne
Toasting to the New Year and pain
A half hour later you start to feel it
Another half hour and you’re drunk enough to forget
The fact that you’re partially to blame
For the look on her face every time she hears your name
Sending drunk texts to apologize for
What you said when you were drunk before
You’re just desperate for attention
And the alcohol is clouding your decision
Dragging on the conversation
Mesmerized by lust and admiration
Got her checking the blog for her name
Hoping she reads this and feels the same

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