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falling into a familiar pattern

cigar smoke

and barstools

new hearts to break

old ones still trying to mend



a crowded room

of faces I've seen before

thru intoxicated eyes



forgive me

if I forget you by morning

I have other fish to fry



impoverished by my own

insecurities

deprived by my own mind

standing still in time



going to places forgotten

in my mind

stamped with denial



skewed on the floor

intersecting memories

knocking on my door



lurking in my shadows

are skeletons

I thought I dissembled



but here they stand

haunting me

calling out my name

whispering my shames

one by one by one



by one