dark skies cover the atmosphere
noone should be awake
but everybody else aren't asleep
they mingle and go around from places
coldness of the wind touches the skin
like a voice that whispers slowly and quietly
you don't tire yourself when you're not alone
there's a taste of liquor on the table
count as much bottle as you want
they label differently
but give a toast to a single hand
small talk but big words
circle the place and don't forget the bottle
with every pour, a detail counts
no waste of time in such an early hour
eyes go wide come with big fake smile
join them and you'll see it is like a feast
it is to them everyday
noone is living, they all together left at once
this is a pact, like every drink is shared.
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