My sweetheart, the drunk

My dearest Emma, why is it you seem to allude me? It seems forever ago since we last spoke. You told me to be good, to be careful of double bladed swords, and that after midnight, my kisses tasted of Jim beam

Oh my sweetheart the drunk.

You never knew the sweet taste of intoxication on your lips

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