| bartenders know something about death let me tell you that:
there are certain people
that I know I will see every day
no matter what
there are certain qualities that
(transcend will, betray the self)
will make a person come back
no matter what
a need for drink is one of them
I’ve heard that love might be one too,
but the ghosts that haunt my bar:
that cloud my bar with smoke,
that never clear until morning,
are only here to drink
and drink alone
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