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[vcr_cocktail]

I already miss the virgin nights
Flat on my back atop the terrace wall
The stars turning on as smoke
Sails past my eyes
Two virtual strangers accompany me
Wordless I listen to their chit chat
And I drank it all in
Every fleeting second of it.
What seems like years later
With works by Azaceta and Zhou in my sight
The smoke settles back into my head
Obscuring the stars with a milky-grey film
I find myself doting in the past again
Yearning for a time I can’t get back.