I Think I Drink

I think I drink
When I think
Of you
Tongue
Unlike mine
You speak
A code
At which I find
A poet’s abode
I think I drink
When I think
Of you
Memory
Trapped
Beneath glass
And brass
Photos 
Boast a ghost
Of my past
I think I drink
The thoughts of you
To try to shrink
Your importance
Another round
Until I lie down

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