Lies From A Rum Soaked Tongue (Pruntiform)
Lies were formed so easily as my inhibitions waned.
From the excessive consumption of the liquor to forget.
A crutch that seemed the answer when the pain became too much.
Rum felt more like magic before those words escaped my lips.
Soaked up all my cells until fully marinated.
Tongue was on its own to say those things that made you cry.

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