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We first saw one another in

An empty bar, around empty

People who held empty cups of

Tasteless wine and bittering gin

That night you poured into my soul

A singeing melody of lust

A penetrating, resounding

Song of passion that took over

The void of that crowded mecca

Of courtesans, jazz, and wastrels

Who, in their nightly endeavors,

Imbibe sins and impurities

We first saw one another in

A reckless bar, around reckless

People who recklessly held cups

Of arousing, sweetening wine.