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About last night.

He drinks at the bar    
every single day  
A thin, Indian man    
who looks my way    
His hair is a messy pepper grey    
I’m very sure    
he hopes I’ll ask him to pay    
I take a sip of my wine    
he says, “Girl, you look fine.”    
The hours pass  
we share a few laughs    
I sit in his grasp    
where he wants me to stay
Written by LostGirl18
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