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when we were boys
we were in love
with brown eyes
and dark hair

when we were boys
we drank whiskey
by the bottle
and smoked by the carton

we tore our shirts
on handrails
and scuffed our shoes
on the pier

nothing was supposed
to be
beautiful

nothing felt better
than naming our god
luck

been drunk for three months
bartenders say we’re coping