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Will you come and have a drink with me?
one perhaps two, that is all

Let’s scan the room to find a seat
carefully set against the wall

Vulgar lighting hugs your face
endlessly rotating in the same position

In this crowded room west of the lake
only muted stares escape suspicion

We still have time to catch the show
hurry up, my friend you’ll see

An empty road we found to drove
that slithered alongside docile trees

Departing from Los Angeles,
jolt pass a sign read – outta luck

No city built with fantasy
or dreams in mind as much

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