Friendship
night collapses
like a house of cards
built by a drunk man
well past the midnight hour.
tears, smoke and beers
are the ambience
around us on such
wicked nights.
we cannot always run away
from pain.
on occasion we must dive
headfirst into the darkness,
hoping for light ahead.
lesser men might not make it.
we must hold our bond close
to pull through
once again.
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