Ghosts
yellow walls of the ceiling stained from the smoke most who inhailed are nolonger drinking in the same looking down from above or maybe up from below listen to the sound and still the smell of stained wood floor beer that soaked from history of the years the voices of the past for once this bar was filled with singing, screaming, fighting, now your all bared they never came back, ghosts in a empty is bar .
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