grape vine eyes, strawberry hair.
cigarette smoke streaming through the air.
fishnets and silver lined gloves.
a place for men to forget lost loves.
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I think you describe a brothel, forgive me if my interpretation is less than adequate. I rather like this poem, the emotions of the men, and the women, are never quite what they seem, especially in such a situation. Lovely writing.
this work is far better than the ratings observe