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The Disposables
We met there in the bar
most nights
the same drink
the same table
conversing over troubles
we leaned on each other
in those long nights
This night
I sit and wait
at the same table
with the same drink
you hadn’t arrived yet
and I linger for hours
wondering
Nights like this pass
was it something I said
was there someone new
what was it keeping you
Then you arrive one night...
Monday 2nd March 2020 2:06 am
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