2.5 ish?

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This is just a little poem i based off my book c:

In the wodden bar top

etched the ehpemreal promises

in the grooves that

splintered

withered

and weared away

where the girls kissed and the guys kissed

where the old men drank away their lonley nights 

where the stoners hit rock bottom just to get high 

where the young man sat

and saw all those dunk people happy, lauging, singing

pretending

that just for a little bit, everything was okay.

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