Apr 17, 2012
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Wowie

blackeyesblueskies:

In awe of this so much right now.

scrappaperpoets:

I’m in lust
with the neon heat of jazz,
the voices
hoarse
in clouds of smoke
on whiskey breath,

dancing to the last call
until the lights go off
come back on

until the bottles are all
either broken
or empty
on the top shelf of the bar

Agree, it’s amazing!

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