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I have a friend that has a permanent room in the crummiest hotel you've never heard about. He's a loner, a thinker, a genius, a philosopher at times, an idiot, a killer, a smoker, a lady's man, a wordsmith, the best of all time. He's everything that I'm not yet everything that I am. Sometimes late at night he calls ***"Let's go out, Chris. Let's go out into the night."*** And I mumble back *"Not tonight, not ever, you're no friend of mine."* A big grin materializes into his face, I can't see it but I feel it, and the witty ******* goes silent. He's always there, sitting, smoking his cigars, in that cheap hotel room, waiting for my trips out. When I'm out he's always there ready to join the fun, and when I'm out, really out, out of here, out of mind, the ******* will leave me on the streets disembodied, naked and frail, and he'll borrow my wallet, my I.D. and I swear to you, my face, my body. (original title: My Friend)                       .
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Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 1:46 AM UTC
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I have a friend that has a permanent room in the crummiest hotel you've never heard about. He's a loner, a thinker, a genius, a philosopher at times, an idiot, a killer, a smoker, a lady's man, a wordsmith, the best of all time. He's everything that I'm not yet everything that I am. Sometimes late at night he calls ***"Let's go out, Chris. Let's go out into the night."*** And I mumble back *"Not tonight, not ever, you're no friend of mine."* A big grin materializes into his face, I can't see it but I feel it, and the witty ******* goes silent. He's always there, sitting, smoking his cigars, in that cheap hotel room, waiting for my trips out. When I'm out he's always there ready to join the fun, and when I'm out, really out, out of here, out of mind, the ******* will leave me on the streets disembodied, naked and frail, and he'll borrow my wallet, my I.D. and I swear to you, my face, my body. (original title: My Friend)                       .
Newest serious poem of mine. (About fukin' time!) How 's it? [also i need to edit it a bit...]Alright in my opinion. I liked it and that's all that matters anyways but I still wanna know what y'all think. S0? [also i need a title. help?] (2013)
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Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 1:46 AM UTC
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