He left the bar too far too often,
snowflakes melt and he soon felt forgotten.
False misery grieved he believed he gotten,
reminded of it pour us sore molten.
He saw your face a sad glace tonight,
reflecting a real too surreal to be right.
Scent of a drunk too sunk to be bright,
went insane with a bane of cigar delight.
He did not seem to beam my emotions,
putting aside his pride his tension.
Did not realize my bite-size frustration,
turned them into a real deal exaggeration.
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