.Past the bouncers, ropes, and doors,
Saturday does its dancefloor chores
everywhere in pairs;
But on the sides in their chairs...
They'll sit there in contempt of self
for ever having dreamt
that sorrow wouldn't follow the night's events;
That it would be different.
The highs.
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