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Feb 2013
Listen to this song again

Beginnings are uncanny ends

That moment

One occurrence

Seconds split between friends

What time is it?

Last laugh

Bell's ring

stumbles past

Ice cubes and cold air

Gasp

One more round, please

Gulp

I'm a bit nervous about doing this

Rather a bit anxious

between the stool and the poker chips

I've spent too much on this

What's your name ***?

We can tryst if you share your name

I can show you I'm not to blame

for the sadness and dim lights

and the shame

The tab is mine to claim

*You reek of whiskey and smoke
Still a draft
© February 28th, 2013 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
Timothy Brown
Written by
Timothy Brown  27/M/America
(27/M/America)   
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