This old bar

I wait for you by this red door

Bricks fallen away, stickers peeling off creating a canvas for words left for lovers

Dirty pipes covered with dust and speed and spit

Homage to tits to life lost or meaningless

Songs seep under and tell tales of feelings lost and born

Tales of waiting, of agitating,

cause and effect

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