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Soireé

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An empty seat
dusty counter and swinging light.
Players move to the back,
arching and stroking the pool
table with command.
Slender glass eying the gentlemen
in the corner, and smoke clings to
the ceiling like a lady.
How I wish to fill it.

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Ziven You're currently reading the poem Soireé, which was posted on Jun 24, 2010 by Ziven.

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"A poem I wrote while hearing a friend going through tough times in his love life..."

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