The booty call is resounding
seems to blow through treetops
I don't want to ignore it
don't want to pretend that it doesn't pull me
The alcohol fuels it
the flames higher, licking
a starry sky with flicking tongues
Tantalizing bonfire
I want to call Berkley Heights
drive there if I could remember the number
Damn
Alcohol
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