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Before tonight, It was a wink and a nod, Then a bar stool scrapped the floor, And in 4 seconds we spoke the languages, Confidence, Affection, Lust, Anticipation Yet not one word escaped our lips The glowing warmth of reality. I still speak those languages, better than I ever have, But my fingers do not Nor do these plastic keys And I wink at this flat glass box And it showers me in pale light I reach out to caress its shoulder And it bathes me in pale light I spent all night in The Electricity Pub And I saw hundreds of faces, perfectly still, My fingers tried to reach out, They nailed the keys without apprehension, And all the blank faces stared back in silence Except yours.
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Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 10:22 PM UTC
The Electricity Pub
Before tonight, It was a wink and a nod, Then a bar stool scrapped the floor, And in 4 seconds we spoke the languages, Confidence, Affection, Lust, Anticipation Yet not one word escaped our lips The glowing warmth of reality. I still speak those languages, better than I ever have, But my fingers do not Nor do these plastic keys And I wink at this flat glass box And it showers me in pale light I reach out to caress its shoulder And it bathes me in pale light I spent all night in The Electricity Pub And I saw hundreds of faces, perfectly still, My fingers tried to reach out, They nailed the keys without apprehension, And all the blank faces stared back in silence Except yours.
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Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 10:22 PM UTC
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