The bottle of wines bloomed like flowers in the table. I lost my mind. I lost my heart. I got drunken not in mind in heart with the thoughts of you. I lost focus. I lost clarity. I lost my home. I lost you. And I lost myself with you.
My eyes got blurred. My mind lost words. But it's vision is full of you. Time lapse of our past, present and unplayed future. Hours turned into days, days turned into weeks. But I haven't moved a inch. With the lack of consciousness I fall into the unopened bottles. And each dropped like bowling pins making a strike. And I falled with it to hoping to find you in my dreams.
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