you probably don’t remember

Whatever it was that I saw in his eyes
that one night at the bar
was a lie
That leather couch was cool,
the drink was a childish lemonade and gin,
and the symmetry seemed to have been
mixed together.
A swinging lamp,
Dimly shining on
her

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