Vodka


It burns going down my throat,
but leaves a trail of warmth behind it.
It makes my stomach churn,
but makes my whole body hum in content.
It is my heaven,
and it is my hell.
I can't live with it,
but I can't live without it.
It is a problem,
but it is my problem.
It is Vodka,
and I both love it,
and hate it.

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