You're dizzy, you're nauseous.
Life gets fuzzy, like a 1920's picture.
Lean over, close your eyes.
Wake up, the ceiling is in view.
How did you get there?
The floor is a cool paradise.
Cold sweat sits on your face.
Fear and embarrassment rush through you.
Pain swells your head and tongue.
Don't get up, you're faint.
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