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3d
We were going
To go
Out,
But tiredness
Changed your mind.
“You go,”
You said,
So casually kind.

Not sure I'll enjoy this,
Maybe no one
There
I
Know.
But whatever
I’ll just enjoy the show.

I order a drink,
Mingle with the crowd,
The band comes on,
It’s deafening, loud.

I start to unwind,
Feel the rhythm’s heat,
Body swaying,
Jumping feet.

I lose myself in music’s flow,
But it ends, oh, too soon.
The crowd calls for more,
Like wolves
Howling at the moon.
Nick Moore
Written by
Nick Moore  Cornwall
(Cornwall)   
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