In the Bar

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I hope you see me in the bar and I'm wearing the lacy shirt you first kissed me in. I hope I'm in the shorts you dropped on my bedroom floor. I hope I remind you of all our dates and you've wasted $15 on your drink because the sight of me without you makes you sick and you can't stomach the taste anymore.

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