November 13, 2008
She paints her nails
He fixes his tie
stale promises lie on the floor between them
They sleep on a bed of
worn out dreams
Their eyes have long since adjusted
to the light.
nothing new
to see.
they drink champagne
and smile at people that
they can't even hear

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