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We sit on the blankets in the park; I say he smoked. And they say: ew! Cigarettes are disgusting, I could never poison myself like that. And they take another sip from their contraband Sailor Jerry's And they light one more bowl And I don't say anything, But I am surrounded by walking contradictions slurring their words and crying out compliments And somehow I became one of them somehow I inhaled like them --too wary of the pipe, I breathed the smoke from their mouths' instead And I threw back my head and let the alcohol worm its way into my system, decimating my pride like the mold that covers a bruised peach. And nothing of consequence happened. it's all too easy to hide.
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Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 10:28 PM UTC
Kites and Bottles
We sit on the blankets in the park; I say he smoked. And they say: ew! Cigarettes are disgusting, I could never poison myself like that. And they take another sip from their contraband Sailor Jerry's And they light one more bowl And I don't say anything, But I am surrounded by walking contradictions slurring their words and crying out compliments And somehow I became one of them somehow I inhaled like them --too wary of the pipe, I breathed the smoke from their mouths' instead And I threw back my head and let the alcohol worm its way into my system, decimating my pride like the mold that covers a bruised peach. And nothing of consequence happened. it's all too easy to hide.
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Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 10:28 PM UTC
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