i love when my clothes are
covered in sand
the bartender
the bartender at clyde
feeds me one free high noon
after another
he looks irish or something
he hits on me
we talk about being young
about drinking boones farm
in a mine pit
a small chorus on stage sings the word misery
i see your tinder profile
how many times?
i rode my bike here
itching to shoot a game of pool
itching for salvation
my phone is going to die
thank fucking god
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