Nightlife
In forbidden holes
of forgotten gold
Forsaken souls
are bought and sold
Sickly sweet stench
of clove cigarettes
Lonely hearts wrench
at the soft silouhettes
The torch song
still lingering on
They all belong
till tomorrows dawn
Strangers dance
mechanical trance
Taking their chance
one nights romance
A poet and her coffee
sugar and cream
Caffeinated poetry
her world seen through steam
The images fade
fall through the holes
An unfair trade
to keep their lost souls
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