dull the sky amid smog sin cocktail
thoughts blunt against my skull
drink without soul
noir talk lady cries
her man is always right
yet never is he there
crescendo music hear her cries alone
on the sidewalk
on a night like this which is all the same
my glass runs under still they eyeball my keys
do gooders young and haven’t lived long enough
to feel to feel to feel
words less spoken 
so true. I don’t know what feelings are and truly I have felt people dumb at times. I feel for the lady.
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Yes the state of our world sometimes I miss those old corny Hollywood movies with so much sentiment… thanks friend 🧡
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And yet people accept it.
Welcome always (hearts) Have a blissful weekend!
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