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Occupying the neighboring stools, people come and go; the tide of humanity gone thirsty.
Cocktail umbrellas litter the bar lying to all of her good fortune. Cheap tobacco, blues, the girl I need you to be. She is a sphinx two drinks from leaving home. I suck in air trough my teeth to further the cooling effect of my drink's kiss.
I have one set left to play and I may not go back to her place. Her tears are gems which trap the reflections of all the stars. Music as faith.