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Poem: 1:30 AM Wednesday

One thirty AM on a Wednesday
Is a terrible time to make decisions
Several drinks into a bad night
Shaping up to be a bad morning
Of vodka aspirin and self-loathing
Yet there she at the other end 
Of the bar with a devil’s smile 
That wouldn’t accept no as an
Answer to are you lonely tonight
The predator knew as well as I
That I wasn’t going to reject her
Advances as her hand advanced
Up my thigh giving it a squeeze
While giving me a wink and nod
Asking if I lived close by here
Living isn’t what I would call it
But in her eyes I saw the chance
To feel alive at least for tonight
Regrets are always for tomorrow

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