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Beer with a friend
 
In three days I am meeting up for beer
With my once 
best friend
 
 
 We used to smoke newport lights
in her darkly lit stairwell at 3 am
ashing our cigarettes
on the cracked, green tile floor
 
We thought we were cool
When we were 16
But we hid our cigarettes 
when footsteps padded by
 
 
I called her suddenly
My voice coming out of a fog 
That lasted a year and a half
 
When she realized it was me 
She made a quiet 
 
choking 
 
sound
 
 
I like to think 
That rules don’t apply to me
But sometimes spontaneity 
can get you in trouble

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