12 Not For Long More than it is for Buddhists, My every attachment was the taint. Hangover after intoxication, Intoxication after hangover. The stronger the intoxication, the harder the hangover. The harder the hangover, the stronger the intoxication. Every lover was a mind-altering substance. Every love affair was the substance abuse, Addiction, Driving under the influence In danger of an accident, At risk of incarceration, In need of rehab -- Every date a relapse. Till the overdose. Blackout. And crash. But, finally, I found a remedy -- Having two lovers instead of one. That is, Alternating the poison with the antidote.


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