losing myself
in the loss of you
losing me
blinking in the disco neon
bumping to the thumpa thumpa
of an electric cotton eyed joe
smiling wearily
as marco whispers
sweet proposals
of life abroad
as the guinness flows
and the time ticks on
and the rubber burns
circular holes
in the back of my
low rise jeans
Birth sign: Libra
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