With Dogs Licking My Wounds

The vodka is dripping from the strands of my hair,

The flesh of my lips is full of blisters.

The dogs from the street were the ones licking my wounds,

They still are.

The gaping hole in a bottle of wine,

I drank all of the liquor by myself.

And the dogs from the street are still licking my wounds,

Yes the dogs;

 they are licking my wounds…

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