Still so hungover from last night,
Yet my heart’s stringing poems right,
Of all the wishes I want to make,
I close my eyes tight till they flake,
Some came true and some were lame,
Every year I reprise the same,
Hoping that one of those wishes will slay,
But instead all the love pours my way,
Unknowingly almost always I get my say,
And just then me and stars meet halfway,
Lips shine red, eyes seduce and I sway,
Wouldn’t you want a little taste me today?
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