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lost in smoke that swirls like ghosts round music and laughter that sways in stride blurred by ***** my eyes sweep slowly through the flickers and clicks of bodies I search for an opening to make my escape drowning in thoughts of lust and lines to spin unable to speak them even to myself I am not this gameroom for hollow pleasures far cries to fill the void left by love not perceived therefore unattainable through the mist of emotional waste as I prepare to depart a voice caught me blind and sliced the silent noise in a deafening whisper 'breathe deep' she said as a hand turned me to the left she stood as light in a desert of shadows she was all I could see her beauty was staggering even in my diminished state I blinked to reset my eyes and she remained 'Breathe deep and look upon me for I have found you and you do not belong here' Gloria leaned over the bar and whispered 'You okay, you look like you've seen a ghost!' all was quiet as I left arm in arm with a vision I heard the meeting of glasses as they toasted one they knew would not return
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Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 11:49 AM UTC
another night at Brewsters
lost in smoke that swirls like ghosts round music and laughter that sways in stride blurred by ***** my eyes sweep slowly through the flickers and clicks of bodies I search for an opening to make my escape drowning in thoughts of lust and lines to spin unable to speak them even to myself I am not this gameroom for hollow pleasures far cries to fill the void left by love not perceived therefore unattainable through the mist of emotional waste as I prepare to depart a voice caught me blind and sliced the silent noise in a deafening whisper 'breathe deep' she said as a hand turned me to the left she stood as light in a desert of shadows she was all I could see her beauty was staggering even in my diminished state I blinked to reset my eyes and she remained 'Breathe deep and look upon me for I have found you and you do not belong here' Gloria leaned over the bar and whispered 'You okay, you look like you've seen a ghost!' all was quiet as I left arm in arm with a vision I heard the meeting of glasses as they toasted one they knew would not return
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Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 11:49 AM UTC
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