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Sep 2014
A reflection
of melted mascara,
glazed eyes,
and motorcycle hair
in the bathroom mirror
realized,
Cupid doesn't work here.
He doesn't shoot arrows
to women on barstools.
Guys might shoot darts,
but only to nail a red dot.

So she ubered home.
Irate Watcher
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Irate Watcher  30/F/Denver
(30/F/Denver)   
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