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After The Party
Author: Vampyr Tears

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It started in the bar
and ended in a bed.

She couldn't even be sure if it was
her bed.

He stood near the door
buttoning a wrinkled white shirt
with lipstick smeared on the collar

She starred at the glass of vodka on the tattered oak table,
crystal clear
half empty
with cigarette ashes scattered about

A wave of filth crashed over her
as he walked out the door

Not even one backward glance

The sweet scent of cinnamin and vodka
lingered behind

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Comments on this poem/writing:

Megan (152.163.100.74) -- Tuesday, January 4 2005, 10:15 pm

Vampyr Tears

This is deep, I had to reread it to gain a perspective on it. It's different & I like it.
 
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