5 am

Even felt was the stage I staggered from that fateful night

Peeling back the curtains the whiskey hi

Almost sputtering on the edge of an icy drive

Frozen was the dawn of a dastardly moment

Sure enough I became the vandal

Recognizing the labour of my own stupor

Weaving to the backdoor I punched at the code

Barking with the lowering moon

Chuckling at me

Given to the chill

I embarked on key retrieval

Found

In lock

Open

Stumble

I breathe

Crash

Bedside

Manner

Lost

On my

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