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[title] => boardwalk nightmare
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[bodytext] => I dream about those little blue pills reaching the palm of my hands. sweaty dollar bills crunched up in my fist. Sirens and lonely coffee shops, Im walking down busy streets wearing my evenings best. All my friends are here their back in my life pushing me to be only myself. Boardwalks and rides are where we are heading to, nothing stops us now because we own tonight. We laugh we live and we make it through the crowds. I look behind me and suddenly Im alone, lost and only surrounded by the complete unknown to me. I thought we were sticking together but someone lost grip of me and now I am searching through this shady bar for all but a sign of the people who came all this way in life with me. I found one friends hair clip not far from the dance floor. There it stood in the florescent light, if only it could speak to me and tell me how it got there. Like a lost child I search for pay phones and just want my parents to come rescue me from the obscene things I am seeing in this dark night club. I make my way out to find the whole boardwalk unlit and vacant. I don't know which sea side Im at and my heels get caught in the wood. I smell my friends perfume and hear their laughs but only from a distance like an echo in a far away place. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 287 [topic] => 16 [informant] => DanielleMarie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FriendshipPoetry )
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