Friday

awkward.



don't forget to kiss her by the door
the keys are already in your pocket.
all she wants is for you to give her more.
her half of the heart shaped locket
don't think i forgot about your secret
i know what you did last year.
and i wont even tell a dead soul.
that's a try friend you want to keep old.
handing out smiles with baked potatoes.
the clock is on noon, don't bring that 
baboon. let's make a toast, to the 
good life. let's hope he has a good
wife. i miss your voice.

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