I'VE BEEN HITTING THE BOTTLE LIKE A YOUNG HEMINGWAY TO MASTER THE DRUNKEN FIST OF WRITING BECAUSE ONLY THEN I CAN WEAR MY HEART ON MY SLEEVE AND TELL YOU HOW I FEEL. I'M NO JACKIE CHAN SO, I'VE FAILED TO MASTER IT YET, BUT I CAN TELL YOU THIS; I'VE BEEN SWIMMING IN YOUR EYES SINCE THE DAY I'VE BEEN DROWNED IN THEM. I'VE BEEN COUNTING EVERY FRECKLE ON YOUR FACE. WHEN I SEE YOU OR HEAR YOUR VOICE, I'M FALLING HARDER AND HARDER... I CAN TELL THAT THE PAVEMENT LIKES THE TASTE OF MY BLOOD BY THE NUMBER OF TIMES I FELL. I LIKE HOW WE LOOK AT THE STARS AND GET LOST IN THEM. YOU ARE MY NUMBER ONE PRIORITY NO MATTER WHAT. I LIKE HOW YOU MADE ME A BETTER PERSON.
I LIKE HOW DRUNK I AM, TRYING TO MASTER THE DRUNKEN FIST, I CAN ONLY THINK OF YOU, LIKE A POET DRUNK ON LOVE AND THE DESIRE TO WRITE A BOOK ABOUT IT.

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