The Perfect Hangover

Your strawberry lips on my beige t-shirt,
The hangover of the last night, so severe.
Your hair on my pillow, the aqueous scent on my bed,
Everything’s a little blurry, but I’m sure of the fun we had.
Empty bottle on the floor and the champagne glasses by the stand,
It’s eleven in the morning but I wish the night had never come to an end.

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