another toast for my new-old friend.

brick and stone.

you’re a prick that made me stoned.

bouncing into an echo forest.

“Hello.. Hello.. Hello..”

nobody is there.

your blablabla and my blablabla.

mixed up. swirling. inside. my head.

jumble up yours and mine.

clothes and skin.

hair and sweat.

in an old pub.

judging people.

laughing at reality.

for a while,

we runaway from reality.

and when we got sobber.

we go home.

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