a darkened bar, a jukebox playing softly another tear in my beer, a fresh pack of smokes and a zippo lighter, an ice cold mug, the stale odor of beer and cigarettes, sawdust on the floor, a poem, like this one, on a napkin, written at 2 am...Birth sign: Libra
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