Good friends are sometimes like old lovers--
When it's good, it's really good...
And when it's done, you wonder if it was ever worth it;
Those moments spent filling empty time
Full of memories
Fond gestures
Thoughtful words
Since any given instant can reduce the value
Of it all down to nothing more than the cigarette
And the deep exhale preceeded by a decent lay...
...the sick and twisted kind where you wish you
Hadn't indulged, yet lack the desire to wash the
Stench away
I want there to be more to us than afterthought--
But maybe that's all we've ever been...
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