Bum nights

we hang on the high ride
watching all the passerbys
letting all the minutes float on—wasted
telling all the same stories ci—dated. 

bother comes unwanted by three eyes
ones blind and the others hide
the fun in exhaling something always traded
the bum times of night are rather jaded. 
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