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He tells me, gesturing me over to sit beside him,
his eyes are bloodshot, looking like strange marbles,
"Screw my liver, Screw my blood pressure,
Screw my heart,"
He lights a cigarette,inhales, exhales,
"and screw my lungs too."
is the smoke that pushes and swirls from his
"Was it a woman?
Her lips and hair and eyes,
you're trying to drown in rum and gin?
To be honest,
I've loved and lost a thousand times,
but I think I'm better for it."
He decays as he sits, festering inside.
I decay beside him,
One more drink, one more drink,
to make us believe again.
One more drink to make us sing again.
I feel him expire,
I hear him go.
His gin-soaked heart giving out,
in the bar,
in the city,
Ten minutes before last call.