From the moment I walked in the door I was in love
seeing a good friend
A friend that I only saw once a week.
There were always drunken greetings,
a stumble into the bathroom.
a stop at the bar.
This friend could never be done sober.
lip gloss in my pocket. keys in kaths purse
we danced.
When it was up to me I would stay until it was absolutely time to go.
and then i left my friend until the next monday.
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