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Sitting at the bar
A thousand voices fill the room Christmas lights It’s June An array of bottles Rum, whiskey, vodka The mirrors too many mirrors Top shelf, rot gut Take me somewhere Anywhere Don’t wake me I’m not here Lights flickering off and on It pulls me back Its closing time Tomorrow I’ll never leave |
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nice write
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nice write and welcome
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