57. SINGLES BAR
are you going early, and alone?
Stay. We
are the driftwood of
conversation, fragments of
ambitions, broken halves,
the late lamp. In this
our deep and distant eyes
glanced to agree.
Stay. My voice
is inaudible, but my eyes
are screaming.
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