Grand Theft Auto: Vice City

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Every day hurts

Broken sideview mirror
silver void
no reflection

Windows of the mall
a man and a woman
sitting at a table

The man is balding
paunchy
un handsome

The woman is blonde
thin
and beautiful

He holds her hand
and kisses it

She looks at him
lost in his eyes

Inside the mall
young black people
milling on Saturday night

Fifty three forty nine for
Grand Theft Auto
Vice City

Driving home
to be
alone

To beat
a virtual man
with a virtual bat

No reflection
in the sideview mirror
it’s broken

Every day hurts

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