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She is a rain-soaked
neon sign at eight o’clock
on a Thursday night.

Her light is too cold,
pipes twisted, full of fluid,
I’m open, she says.

The door is always open
Isn’t that what I’m here for?
Isn’t that my job?

Hollow, dim, dull,
there’s not much else she can do.
Come in here, she says.

At 1AM on
a Sunday, she’s still open.
Chemicals buzzing.
A little macabre and a lot experimental.
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I REALLY love this. :happybounce: Clap