I stand
next to you
and order
two shots.
The neon
lights
behind
the bar
are so bright
they
blind me.
I take
my shot:
someone
plays
classic rock
on the
jukebox.
I light
a cigarette
and grab
your hand.
Two old
drunks
talk
and laugh
in the corner.
I kiss
your neck
and look
into
your eyes.
You
and me,
kid,
we're
doomed.
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