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Silence runs through her head and we imagine what she thinks about this bar.

Ok
we agree
she talks too much,
watch her sit
on that bar stool -uncomfortable.

Her space
swallows us up,
she gives no room for leaving
and the drunkenness runs through our minds with the ghosts of other girls.

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