the bar (2)

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they are
drowning sorrows or swimming through life

the bar.
watching drink by
drink by drink
disappear.
people melt into
slow blobs,
moving slowly and
clumsily and speaking
just the same.
they are a mixture
of the lost and lonely
and the young and hopeful.
or a little bit of both.

it's funny,
the effect alcohol
has on a person.
their eyes dim and emotions rise
or
their eyes brighten and smiles appear.

i am too afraid that i would be
like the former.

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