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I know it as I open the door 
to honey eyes 
What’s it? 
Tip of my tongue 
yes, that’s it 
That well worn phrase 
Love is the answer. 
Screwed... 
I’m totally screwed 
 
And I know it as I close the door 
in your face 
(not rudeness you understand, 
but self preservation) 
I don’t have the strength this time 
to walk away. 
Whisky... 
Where’s the whisky? 
 
I know now, as I knew before 
years ago 
Through scratches and bites 
as tender touches 
Twisted, but wholesome too 
somehow 
Kiss goodbye to good intentions. 
Right then... 
You coming in?

Bad Habit