Cocktail Waitress,
He is an ode life on the edge, ,
how life serves notice ondepartures as alcohol drowningto forget an unloved somebody,
the sad drumming of his heart, he watched unconcerned,
desperate denial of disintegration,
butshe in her watchful silent corners watchedthis man on eve for street vendettas and drunk companions,
she unbutton her Levi pants pressed on his drunken lisps of a mothers womb of compassion and now there's another love story brewing,
they'll well alive and responsible parents,
they have a small food canteen,
and doing good business.
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