The drug dealer fails to lock his house
He fumbles the key again and again
The mossy steps down to the village
make it dangerous as he carefully steps down
The music starts to play
a multitude of men an women in traditional dress
make their way to the village center dancing
Their white gowns and long socks brew medievil
He sees the Junkie in a circle of youth
he is sat next to the dawn princess many admire
Sat above the town square absorbing the sunset's last light
He eavesdrops shamefully from nearby
The junkie makes claim to having slept with the girl
The circle briefly flinches the Junkie blasé
The dawn princess admits it openly
saliva in her voice surrendering to the sunset
The drug dealer leaves for town dissuaded
Worrying of his house being left unlocked
Slightly nauseated by the humid sunset
The symmetry of the circle too much
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