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It’s suddenly a dire threat.
One bar filled with people
Why not go out with style
In the end
Drinks and more drinks
Jimmy
That was his name
He was tallish with flowing blond hair
Thick like a wave
His eyes piercing, yet wet
The frame of one of those minor Olympians
Not over the top, just strong fitted
Mulling over the concept of not seeing another tomorrow
Fucker bawling like a baby looking into oblivion.
Not much in this place stands out
It’s pretty much another drunken waste
Except- oh except- this is the last of the drinks
It’s half past the hour, yet not quite nine
Doom starts at ten, a woman walks in
The one that carries uncertainty on her lips
She adorns the elegance of a lady
Yet wisdom of a snake
Her nature is of head games
Never ending drama
Just don’t get close
She’ll have a way of ripping things apart
Paying no mind to such uselessness
Cookie, just in different packaging
Back to it
Drinks and more drinks
In the end
Why not go out with style
One bar filled with people
A dire threat.
It’s suddenly
End of the drinks