This hot humid sweat I can not deny
Paloma in hand, a joint by my side;
Pretty pastel sky, clouds passing me by
Warm gentle breeze, what a nostalgic tide.
Soft music plays, as the day starts to fade;
Sweet sunset hues, a delicious soirée.
As minutes turn hours, it’s getting late
Flirtatious grins, I can not slip away
Talking with strangers, good nights and good byes,
Meaningless moments and memories die:
All that’s left is a headache and I try
To remember your face, your name, but why?
What have I saved but not a phone number?
Just an old lighter from that one summer
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The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
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