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Down at O'Leary's

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They were playing that slow song

I remembered from years ago

She was dancing by herself

while the band kept playing

 

I wasn’t listening to my heart

trying to save me

from my talent for the wrong move

and wounds that haven’t healed

 

The way she looked at me though

seemed to suggest,

between the music and hardened hearts,

that we might find a way

 

There on the dance floor

among the smoke and the beer

we bandaged our broken dreams

so they would hold fast

for just one more day

◄ Dog Stars

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Comments

Nicola Beckett

Fri 29th Jan 2021 08:48

The fleetingness of love well captured here x

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