red

He stands outside the bar between rounds,
cigarette in hand, heavy breath.
There is a vacancy behind young weathered eyes,
he will not remember you in the morning.
But you will find him wrapped in you as he sleeps.
No one knows the man who drowns in liquor,
hardly himself, he dare not remember.

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