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An empty bar - one table, two chairs, Occupied. A drink in front of both me and you. Silence. How difficult must conversation really be? An exchange of inaudible outbursts. You overexert, I over-assert. How can two feel outcasts in a group of two? They always said that silence was silver. I like to take a mouthful from the bourbon and coke You follow suit and take a sip from the bourbon, you choke. An acquired taste, I guess. An empty bar – one table, two chairs, Unoccupied.
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Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 9:54 AM UTC
A Saturday Night
An empty bar - one table, two chairs, Occupied. A drink in front of both me and you. Silence. How difficult must conversation really be? An exchange of inaudible outbursts. You overexert, I over-assert. How can two feel outcasts in a group of two? They always said that silence was silver. I like to take a mouthful from the bourbon and coke You follow suit and take a sip from the bourbon, you choke. An acquired taste, I guess. An empty bar – one table, two chairs, Unoccupied.
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Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 9:54 AM UTC
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