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An old divey store front
peered through in the
dusk of now
remembering a party
long past
at this dark locale,
watching bodies dancing
lights flickering
glasses clinking
eerily vibing something
unexplained
wondering if I walked in
there today,
would I come
face to face with the
spirit of myself
from long ago
wearing the mask of
alcoholism disguised
as fun.
This is brilliant! Excellent!
ReplyDeleteI usually read your poems as they arrive by mail, and you know I love your writing (I hope you do), but I'm really bad at coming here to comment. Thought I had to on this one! *smile* Great to have you back, and I really loved this piece! *big hugs*
ReplyDeleteBRILLIANT!!!!!
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