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Sep 2017
There's no one here
in the cool dark air.
Everything's clean and tidy,
for visitors presumably,
but no one drops by.
The bar is stocked,
the light is ambient,
tea's a brewin',
jazz is playing,
and I look cute.
But I am tired.
Tired of seeking
the company of those
who ruin this mood,
this solitude.
Wish we could all just chill
Irate Watcher
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Irate Watcher  30/F/Denver
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     Valsa George, Poet kiri and ---
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