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Friday

His name sounded like 'river'.
Three letters, crisp and morning-fresh
Gleaming from sunken eyes
Like sunrise.

We searched for death
Among the strobelights and the beercans-
We found it in a friendly face
And danced the leer into a smile.

We found a fresh awakening-
We rose much cleaner than we fell-
We were ignited
And reborn.

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  • Morodrin
    November 8
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    Holy shit. This is awesome.