Intoxicated Reflections

A sip, a swig, a shot,

The art of drinking unfolds,

Inhibitions lost.

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The haze of vodka,

Memories become hazy,

Lost in the night's mist.

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A frenzied bar top dance,

Intoxication takes hold,

Fueled by vodka's fire.

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But the curse of vodka,

Too much, too fast, too dizzy,

Punishment awaits.

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Friends and strangers toast,

In celebration of life,

Bonded by vodka.

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The tales of the bar,

Recounted in drunken slurs,

Vodka-fueled nights.

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The burn of vodka,

A unique sensation felt,

Throat ablaze with fire.

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Vodka, a respite,

From life's overwhelming woes,

A warmth in a glass.

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The vodka drunkard,

Bleary eyes and slurred speech tell,

A tale of excess.

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Vodka and memories,

Recounted with each new drink,

A bittersweet haze.

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The clear concoction,

Reveals vodka's mystique true,

Chemical wonder.

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The vodka ritual,

A shot glass raised in reverence,

Communal bond formed.

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Vodka, a solace,

From sadness, if temporary,

But pain remains true.

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Yet with vodka's laughter,

Friends bond in tipsy stupor,

Hilarity ensues.

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The vodka gaze fixed,

Euphoria's lens alters,

A distorted world.

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Intoxicated reflections,

Haikus on vodka's allure,

A poetic truth.