The first time I had been blue,
I remember,
Sitting at the bar,
With the attention of that one person behind it,
Only..
And nobody else.
I wrote my first song.
Gulping down chilled poison,
And lurking the shallow crowd
The smell of beer,
The smoke,
The intoxication beyond reasoning,
Hovering in the humid air like an unscrupulous dream,
I found my poison dripping from my fingers,
Painting the...
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