eighteen
I sit in a dimly lit bar
hiding in the corner
because the end
can't be far
my fingers are numb
in this Friday night freeze
i'm a fidgeter for eternity
caught on a path
of relativity
tangles and snarls
lips and tips
my life is an open bar
circles don't form
where you intend
regret on your breath
open arms extend
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