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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hT07oV_2Cx8&ab_channel=PumaBlue-Topic

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It was one of his greatest pleasures,

His greatest indulgences, to sit

In a dimly lit room - 

One with elaborate tablecloths,

Well dressed couples, the smell of

Liquor and spirits

Mixing

With the soft, coiling notes

Drifting from the glowing embers 

Of burnt and burning tobacco - 

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To listen to sombre music - cross legged,

Head tipped tantalizingly

Back, throat bared to the world -

And to smoke: 

Lips pursed around a filter,

Acrid billows, languishing in his hair,

Adding to the concoction

That loitered about the decorative lamps

That hung from shining chains, bolted

Into the ceiling.

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To indulge himself in those sounds and colors,

Those smells and sensations, night-time environments,

To listen, to drink and to smoke -

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This is what he loved to do,

These were the things 

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That he loved.

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And as much as he might've wanted

To harbor the same enjoyments 

Occupied in the sun, 

When compared to the appeal 

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Of being immersed

Completely into midnight -

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Inundated into 

Lowlight glows,

Into the pulsing of the music 

Or the guitar's fading thrum -

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To ask the same from daylight

Was, sadly, just a thing

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That never could be done.

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