The dream again,
a half empty bottle in my bag,
the smoking gun.

Narrowed accusing stares,
disappointed glances,
Interrogations begun.

How could I let this
happen again,
having too much fun.

Have I learned nothing,
Felt the pain for nothing,
Lost all for none?

And then….
I wake.
the Dawn has won.

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