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in the pub across the road
men and women are drinking from carefully polished glasses and the beer is as cold as the loneliness that makes them gather their lips are practicing group discussion lived with the euphoria of the man who doesn't want to know but wants to belong above them airplanes and birds and clouds and other accessories of the sky are passing by no one’s watching but their well polished glass I’d like to change something I’d like to walk across and read them a poem it would be so pathetic so all I do is stare towards my well polished glass with cold beer and poetry hidden at the bottom
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