Under The Bridges of Paris

there was wine
lots of it
consumed in bottles
down numb throats
 
they poured
I swallowed
my bordello camaraderie
 
my sorrows
buried
the pain
for a night forgotten
 
dawn
came and found me
Ugly and wasted
as pus from a dead boil
 
Twisted and sprawled
A cobweb of limbs
Under the bridges of Paris
Tis where I lay and dreamed
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