drunk,
still drinking.
anxious,
still thinking.
furtive hunters,
making their rounds.
sorting females,
leaps and bounds.
dark eyes,
hard hearts,
so many voices,
and many false starts.
illusory terms
with the world,
easily tangled
by some kind girl.
words from the heart
capture the soul,
but the hardest hearts
remain forever cold.
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