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May 2015
she stood at the pool table
black shirt, black jacket, black pants
black happiness
but i saw a glow.
bright white, blinding almost
from the second she walked into
this modest german bar
sold out to service us.
i sat in the corner wishing i could think
of anything that would make her believe
i wasn't just another
finally we told lies together
of our birthplace "frankfurt"
according to witness accounts
witnesses being her only friend
with her on this tragic night for me,
i was too much like the last guy
collin
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collin  30/M/coming home.
(30/M/coming home.)   
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