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and so yes i did go back to where we'd once balanced on stools   from the chill night into the buzz where memory waitfully pooled but no right here was "Brendan" pouring the gin oh so slick                       sizing me up across the bar said that he'd make me something quick (and slipped some ginger in the glass) asked me to taste for "a surprise" but all that the bottom of the glass cupped was the reflection of your ice               in the bottom of my glass, still there that reflection, oh yes your ice. oh no i didn't want to talk i clearly wasn't there for him said he'd just read something Chris Kraus said he'd just watched something Goldin                                     then he leaned over took my glass, and lit the tealight swift and sly but all i saw deep in the flame was the reflection of your ice so when he turned his back i fled   out of the dream into my night.
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Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC
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and so yes i did go back to where we'd once balanced on stools   from the chill night into the buzz where memory waitfully pooled but no right here was "Brendan" pouring the gin oh so slick                       sizing me up across the bar said that he'd make me something quick (and slipped some ginger in the glass) asked me to taste for "a surprise" but all that the bottom of the glass cupped was the reflection of your ice               in the bottom of my glass, still there that reflection, oh yes your ice. oh no i didn't want to talk i clearly wasn't there for him said he'd just read something Chris Kraus said he'd just watched something Goldin                                     then he leaned over took my glass, and lit the tealight swift and sly but all i saw deep in the flame was the reflection of your ice so when he turned his back i fled   out of the dream into my night.
so-jo-was-here
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Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC
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