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I must have been on something strong

when I saw her.

She seemed like one of my hallucinations,

fantasies finding a place in the real world.

I was drinking to the bottom of a whiskey bottle

in a car tunnel. Car wheels hitting manholes

and pavements echoed off the columns around me.

While focusing on finding another ridiculous

car to laugh at,

it took me awhile to realize

she was trying to get my attention

and once she did,

I wasn't able to look away.

I thought I fell in love.

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