Through the mire

I did not bathe myself in the absinthe

All though I was tempted

I just had a few beers

The icons of mystery could not tempt me

I had to much to lose

I had to make it through the mire

I had to keep a promise

Love and reality were waiting relentlessly

I had to leave Spain

Get back to Las Vegas

And attempt to find beauty

Amongst the deceived

The hopeless

The mass off humanity that was at arms length

From a chance to survive

Somewhere in that pile of lost memory

Was a soul 

There was one small bit of emotion left 

And I found it.


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