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Sep 2013
We steal exgirlfriends from the friends of our friends,
I love they way they dance after we get profound
from a friends new bottle of cheap tasting *****.
I love the Dj, he watches me dance with one of his friends


shes getting friendlier on the floor, it makes me feel good.
I feel to good, only my friends know how good I am rite now.
My friends love playing pool we lauph at eachother when
A friend digs a few cigaretts out of the round pocket and we
go outside to watch motorcycles run red lights,
  A few of our friends disapear in thick
smoky plumes
over their windsheilds,
sweet odors,
we eat onion rings
beer battered onion rings.
I lauph. I cant stop! my friends create
atomic fusion out of ketchup
and ranch.  


Its ironic when


we say well always
be friends forever.
Soon or later my friends
and I will loose eachother
In the white rooms of smoke.
One of us has to be the leader.
Michael Parish
Written by
Michael Parish  Tacoma, washington
(Tacoma, washington)   
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