A star is far away
life spent
heavin is a place
hope being just a feeling
none the less
we wait
tell us there is more than this
looking out broken windows
on to a shatterd social scene
our hope lies in them
those who tend to
run amok
be uncuth
and generally fail
to recognize
gentelmen still exist
cigarette dangles from lips
a slight nod
an understanding
hope you had a good night.
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