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Fireworks & Celebration
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July 2010
Late night talk, was enough to pull me up from the deepest I've ever dug myself,
all from an unasked question, and enough honesty to have you slightly open yourself,
we talked using our hearing, rather than reading with our vision,
texting you was the beginning of the return, and the best god damn decision.
I thanked you for being there, your reply was you want to be there,
I hope that is more you and less alcohol, the dirnk tends to make people more open to share,
even make a slight mistake, and I will never know until I call you later in the day,
with a touch of color added to my paint by number, who can complain about the drops of gray.
Last time I will puff, it has changed who I am too much,
and because of that stupidity, we almost completely lost touch,
well finally my body is actually moving, sleeping limbs decide to awake,
I hope you meant it all, I hope it wasn't another intoxicated mistake.
