there isnt an adjective for the nod past the times and a silent cigarette is driven into the back of a sleeping friends neck and such is friendship not so silent as the ember that keeps it alive the door opens too quickly and too loudly for what was just done standing in the dark wondering whether or not someone is standing behind the closed shower curtain I'm sitting there talking to ...

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