city unfolding
across my lap
wrinkled with use
and savory speech
we dine
in the prime
confines of fear
and fortune
we drink
at the dusk
of our prepubescent nights
windows open, shoes off
you're a firm believer in nostalgia
and that company keeps us
current and distracted while
we stay up, we stay out, then stay
late. we take care, we take more, then take
off.
will we remember the sentimental introduction
or only the new afterword?
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