Friday Nights
10/04/2004 @ 11:09am
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By: ninja |
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I do feel it,
eating at my teeth
and burning
through my throat-
out of me.
It's addicting
in its sick,
and twisted ways.
Yet,
when I wipe
the tears from my eyes,
it's almost as if
I've reinvented
a better part of me,
and rid of all the bad,
every single Friday.
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