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Hangovers are the worst
Pounding headaches punctuated by flashes
Of what you wish you hadn't done
Are reminders that youthful vigour cannot always escape shame
But I regret nothing
In that blur of flashing memories, I remember
I remember cars pulled off and boots opened
In a vibrant, obnoxious celebration of youth
With music cascading over dancing bodies
In a magical display of life
I remember friends wishing for new beginnings in the presence of a bitter end
And for the briefest of moments,
Our pasts collided with the future in
A kaleidoscope of life affirming beauty
I remember how easy it was to sink back
Into habit at a single touch
And all too quickly, I forgot that
Angel kisses break hearts
Lost in the warmth of a hug that whipped
An innocent soul and then soothed
Painful wounds
I remember that,
Whilst flirting with debauchery
I lived
I lived
And it felt good.
Hangovers are the worst, but they come with new perspective
And regret is for weak men who never suckled on
The teat of courage.
