it is a rich kneipe
full of dark wood
brass
and green plants
flowers
on the corner
roses
the last time i looked
and i am rich
spending my fortune
on dark beer and vodka
and my mind
on dark thoughts
i will go there tonight
to sit in a corner
away from the retired men
and the husbands and wives
to think away the present
with the past
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