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Poetry
Joey Nova
Bastard Night
I talk to you as light from street lamps and exhaust fumes linger in the air
pre occupied by the gaze of another you smile and look away
a china doll on the dirty streets
waiting for something better to come and take you away from drunken nights
and vagrant dreams