Balderdash Read Count : 36

Category : Poems

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The smell of 
and fear-filled 
sweaty men
was heavy
in the back room 
of a restaurant 
Working the quarter
Stacks on the table
Dealt into the game
We poured our guts
into our drinks
Topped them off with
lies and vulnerability 
then swapped glasses
with one another
Pain written across every face
Guilt unleashed our demons
to mock and instill fear 
Not even the whiskey 
on our breath 
would let us forget 


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