i don't drink but i wrote this for a story i wrote and i thought since i haven't posted in a while i can get away with this :)
Drunken laughter on the shores of Rhode Island
Walking miles in low tide
The moon was a glistening reflection
You took your hand in mine
Our fingers intertwined
So then it spawned a moment of drunken bliss
If you’d only remember the night before
We’d put every summer night to shame
Red cup attached to your lip as I was attached to your hip
Wake up and do it again
Every day perfectly repeating as the end approaches soon
August makes it all go away
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