there is the drinking again sitting
in a small bar under too little light
and too many people who know
holding you down with every lie
you've told true or false who are
held in this suspension called want
and loneliness and greed and emptiness
the search for the last conversation
the last touch of skin the last look
when you knew someone could want you
the essence and not the mask not
the balloon of ego or the drive
to be like everybody else.
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