Take a walk into the darkness,
the shadows of dusk,
smoky air lingers from some where,
a smile wedge on your lips,
as you pick up that drink,
in your finger tips,
time to think about the night ahead,
who is warm for your bed,
and who is not,
not to much to think about,
just who is hot for you,
or empty hearted once again,
and once more,
and again no valentines.
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