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Cubby's
At Cubby's, the neon hums/
A beacon in the night/
A place for solace/
But now a source of plight/
I stood there, a truth on my lips, unplanned/
Asked the clerk to be kind, to lend a gentler hand/
But shadows lingered/
Where light should've been/
Through masks of smiles, deceit crept in/
Their whispers turned to chains/
Forged in lies/
A verdict handed down/
Under cold, accusing skies/
I wore the blame they skillfully wove/
Falsehoods cloaked me in stories/
They strove/
Banned from the aisles/
Where I once stood/
Falsely accused, misunderstood/
No one to believe me, no.ear to hear/
The loneliness sharp/
The injustice clear/
At Cubby's, the neon hums/
As it always will/
But it's glow feels colder/
The world now still/
Copyright ©
Michael Fulkerson
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