Musings of a drunken girl.

drunk she was,
uttering twaddle from the start.

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abusing her roommate
with frustrated and disgusting tone,
threatening to kill her today.

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With few days to go,
waiting zealous for her mate to arrive.
Dreaming about him everyday,
hugging, with her arms stretched wide.

" with a week with him !!
dude, I am already on cloud nine "

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assuring me, our friendship
would survive, breathing heavily...
even if the situations are turned futile.

The vodka shots are weaving their sorcery,
for her voice, gradually losing its intensity.

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" Of the roads ahead,
you would find a suitable match.
Perhaps, I would only be omitted,
for my innocence and left behind. "

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Amending her tone, she continued...
"you do value our friendship
or else we won't be here discussing.
You are my favorite,
let this friendship last,
even if it had a wavy start."

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P.S-  written after a friend of mine called me in a drunken condition and kept reminding me of our friendship.