Friday, November 8, 2013

Little memories

I was sitting outside,

smoking a cigarette
with three of my favorite pals,

and I looked at each one of them,

and I told them,

"I love how,

right now,

we're happy.

And how,

when I look in each of your eyes,

I can see the smile that isn't even on your face,"

and then we smiled,

and I went back inside.

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