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Jamie Edgecombe
Music of Decline
Caught between the whisky mirror's logo–familiar eyes: Sleek-shaped-blonde upon wine-red ottoman chats and sways her fingers to the fine-lines-around-the-eyes-brunette. Teak panelling absorbs hushed voices and the expanses of jazz
mixed with cigarettes
the bitterness
of laughter
One woman brandishes a sky-blue-camisole; the other, a silk-scarf that snakes to her neck's nape
light beads
upon glasses
filled with ice
The English girl argues for romance, while a French accent for sex; both agree on younger men
replaced
without looking–
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