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third time @ BAR ICE the same music ear drums still die, boys smoking under blue light, girls hitting on bartenders dropping shot glasses giving out free candy- colored liquids to lively livers graduating from bar exams to bars flowing with ice and straws delivering intoxication to bladder peeing blood making the toilet pink like blush on burned cheeks kissed by wrinkled lips begging for a puff of fantasy jumping from books to hooks of destiny wrapped around necks that cover the hoarse larynx that lags in conversation fighting to amplify itself above the amplifier installing a permanent soundtrack of forgetful dance that sinks to feet feeling too much ground through rubber soles walking toward the neon strip that robs all souls of their shells
