City Club Routine

A Poem by Paul/Max

An explosion of color and the sound
Of a crowd slowly milling around
As the night settles in
The lone people drink gin
To wake up next morn, eyes sunken down

© 2009 Paul/Max

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frnd	you're right, this is rather sad. It gives me the impression of hoplessness that continues forever for these people. Posted 16 Years Ago you're right, this is rather sad. It gives me the impression of hoplessness that continues forever for these people. Rating /100

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Added on May 14, 2009

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Paul/Max

Hurley, WA, Russia

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So yeah...i'm a senior in highschool who likes to mountain bike, run forever, camp in storms, play videogames, snowboard, eat-alot. i only write for the love of it and when my ap english teacher gives.. more..