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Old Friend
Me and grief are old friends.
We make shadow men dance on empty walls until the small hours of the morning.
We sleep in my bed, and tell each other stories.
Together we dive deep into the bottom of bottles
And tonight we clink our glasses;
To cool flames. Old friends.
Love we'll never see again.
I say: ' I could have saved him'
And grief agrees in silence.
I pour us a tall drink,
As we are simultaneously gutted by the quiet
-Mae
We make shadow men dance on empty walls until the small hours of the morning.
We sleep in my bed, and tell each other stories.
Together we dive deep into the bottom of bottles
And tonight we clink our glasses;
To cool flames. Old friends.
Love we'll never see again.
I say: ' I could have saved him'
And grief agrees in silence.
I pour us a tall drink,
As we are simultaneously gutted by the quiet
-Mae
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