Gay bar, no car, music and alcohol, restroom but no stall.
Moments gathered like memory scrapbooking.
Old men, eager to know me, hold me, drain me and leave me as though they never knew me.
Gay bar, restroom, he keeps going though I’m not into it, people coming and going but I keep remaining.
Old men on their knees, between my legs, did they see me so far away, in mind finding a way to get through it.
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