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Surrounded circle-fashion by friends long-past -maybe overdue- at a glowing table nestled deep in a white bar. Frothing like a cauldron, bubbles and pockets of the past our past, I guess erupting over the table each bursting upon encountering the ***** of my lack of attention. I float grimly along skating hidden incandescent watching passively as my cloud is drained upon understanding that these people, these friends of old, notice, understand, and do not care about my lack of interest.
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Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 8:40 AM UTC
Old Friends, Ghost Friends
Surrounded circle-fashion by friends long-past -maybe overdue- at a glowing table nestled deep in a white bar. Frothing like a cauldron, bubbles and pockets of the past our past, I guess erupting over the table each bursting upon encountering the ***** of my lack of attention. I float grimly along skating hidden incandescent watching passively as my cloud is drained upon understanding that these people, these friends of old, notice, understand, and do not care about my lack of interest.
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Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 8:40 AM UTC
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