There is a separation in their attraction,
a silent scream of unjustified frustration.
He is the crack in their foundation;
She a lack of oxygen to their pulsation.
Tell me what breaks denial into realization;
The bottle between his lips?
Or the vapid love between her hips?
Just a few more sips, just a few more strips.
Bliss is bliss even if it's from sedation.
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