when you're alone with your loniest thoughts
when you crave for that last cigarette
there's only one place where the owls and bats gather
Brightly lit up, with suspicious goods highly stacked
refuge for the thirsty alcoholic
a safe haven for he nicotin addict
you're always open, for a last necessarry errand
Every shop is mutual exchangeable,where you always
can be served in lousy English for your last beer,
a local version of the SimpsonsApu aides you
for a price equivalent to his hours
Where Pakistan and India are no longer distant neighbors,
where I once fell in love with a quiet blindingly
beautiful Indian woman who put the unattainability
of an impossible love into perspective
In my nightly hour I embrace you benefactions,
where I spent many a $ to see your magnificent
pearly white teeth in a delicately balanced
coutenance of dark complexion, still I look too longing towards a sarong
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