where we left off.
my dear friend and I.
we have
the same old
argument, making the same
old points.
talking long into the night
with
scotch infused
hyperbole.
we go back
and forth,
volleying like on a tennis
court.
maybe one
day we'll put down
our swords,
and
talk less about things
that won't
be solved
and more about the joy
in each other's life.
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