In the haze of a wine-soaked night,
Words slurred, thoughts take flight.
A dance of laughter, uninhibited sway,
Inhibitions drowned in the amber array.
Stories unfold in drunken mirth,
Echoes of joy and moments of worth.
Bold confessions, secrets untold,
In the warmth of the night, hearts unfold.
Yet amidst the revelry, shadows creep,
Memories lost in the intoxicated deep.
A fragile veil between truth and jest,
In the whiskey's embrace, hearts confess.
Morning breaks, with a tender grace,
Echoes linger, a blurry trace.
In the quiet aftermath, clarity dawns,
Amidst the haze, a sober dawn.
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