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The Nightclub

Street lights, a pale moon
shine on the lurking
in corridors of aisles.

Skyscrapers embrace taxis, a limousine
gapes out a celeb
through the car door
in front of a hot spot,
surveilled by a beefy barker.

A long-tongued dick is talking
to dyed hair and lipstick.

She pursues him
into the nightclub,
embraced by vibrating dubstep.

Feet and strobe lights
rotate the dancefloor.




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Publicerad 2024-01-28 12:39



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