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When he came back from the bar


and saw her and me talking

I saw his heart break.



I grew distant from her

knowing his feeling.



Both he and I

loathed

whoever played

such a happy song

on the jukebox

for a dollar.



Erik Svarr
00:42 July 20, 2016
Merchant’s Saloon
Oakland, Ca.
Written by
Erik Svarr  45/San Francisco, Ca.
(45/San Francisco, Ca.)   
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