we
traded
our stories
of addiction
and abuse
like
pokemon cards;
fondly,
comparing
their worth
to us
and strength
of attack.
“that one
he
was
-always
my favorite”
“that one,
he trained
-me
the most.”
—
Later
old war tales
I spew all these words at you, releasing them from bonking around up in my noggin causing a ruckus.
You just made my day 🙂 thank you.
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