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sitting lonely

in an empty room

staring into the shot glass

and pouring another round

It is a little more

than one can handle

solitary confinement

stuck in a room

with smoke stained walls

and the cheery aroma

of spilled beer

there is no one around

with whom to share the moment

but the time ticks away

bleary eyed

in this existential moment

glancing out the window

at the pitch black night

awaiting the taste

of Brandy’s sweet kiss

to fire my soul

and lead me to the dawn

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