there was
solace at one time in the dark
cave
of bars,
in the music
you knew every word to,
in the swampy
haze of smoke and drink,
there was promise in
the prospect
of girls
at the front end of their lives,
unafraid
yet by men.
there
was something like
hope
in the air, in your
heart,
that this night might
change
everything. like a random
lightning strike,
maybe.
it's what brought you
there night
after night, into mornings
when the sun
was wearily rising.
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