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They say 'passion turned burden'. But this “love” of 2 years and counting, It is not really love. The challenge and excitement declined on this parabola. Friends built the incline. They cheered me on, to the highs and overwhelming appetite that drove the decline. I thanked them and left them at their work. I followed, where the constellations pointed; to a bar I am led. -What would you like, sir? -One glass of endorphin, thank you. -Sweet lips to go along? -Are they true? -I cannot say for all of them. -No, thank you, I will take my drink. And we put trust, where trust belongs. I turn my head, to where the eyes do catch. Those eyes, they seem to say “I can see you're sad even if you smile” They seem to read the crevices between my eyes, building the telepathic bridge that forever remains unspoken of. I smiled, and left. My drink, left behind. Down this alley to this casino it led, there were no signs. It drew, by its own rights. -You are the earliest customers! Chances were already taken by the earliest. -I can see. “Poker” was the name of the game. -Show hand! -What are your stakes, sir? -What do you take in place of chips? -We have not decided. My drink I now remember. -Let me know. I will be back. I left for my drink. The cup, the bartender already kept. -Can I have another…? -Sorry, we are closing for the day. I went back into the currently crowded casino. Cigarette smoke stuffed this air conditioned area. I could not see more than dark figures. These figures seem to be in a play, playing out the last of notes. I couldn’t say I was amused, but smoke got into my eyes. Smokers, do they not get that too? My day, I lay to rest. To the warmth of my bed in the hostel, I surrender. For you.
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