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My drug buddy

Standing by a bench and wincing at the ground, time goes by so slowly when my drug buddy is not around.

She arrives dressed in her unusual yet usual attire, we stand by the bench to do our daily drug fund raising conspire.

Devising a scheme to perpetrate on an unsuspecting victim, we execute our plan with perfect timing and flawless precision.

Our ill gotten gains soon becomes dirty blood money, and that once dark and gloomy day becomes again warm & sunny.

We make the call then watch all the cars that pass by, for it is only one car that we seek, one car that holds that product so divine.

Driving up slowly the car stops by the bench, discarding its last victims and entrapping the new ones by trance.

I cannot say anything bad about my drug buddy, our ethics are similar and moralities muddied.

My drug buddy my best friend indeed, took me around the world with only a habit to feed.

She will be by my side until the end, where would I ever be with out my drug buddy friend.




Written by Lifegoesby (Artificial red)
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