The time.
It's like a flame on the end of a lit cigarette.
Ashes flicked to the ground -
another cherished memory.
The black debris smashed
into the cement can stay there permanently.
Each shared inhale is met with a laugh.
Best friends.
It's like a drug.
Like the warm breeze
on a summer night.
Cigarettes stay the same.
but the friendship grows
just a little more each time we meet.
BFE
4EV
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