The fun we used to have when no one was looking

In the days
when we smoked
and drank
and it seemed nothing
could ever touch us

When we argued
about nothing
or nothing that
mattered

Those hazy late nights
that bled into early
morning

Head spinning,
the new day
already a waste

Oh, how I
miss those days

(D. James)

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