this is the dirty truth.

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It was a fun night, really.
The lights were multicolored,
every thing was all but dreary.
She gave me a hickie on my cheek,
and my beer bottle fell to the floor.
I laid in the street,
and talked about The Doors.
I kind of liked the unknown,
unconcerned with reality.
I felt at home,
then I woke up the next morning.