Sharing vices
With friends I love,
Sets me apart,
From the multitudes,
Who fear the use of Freedom,
A hollow haven.
Broad bleak avenues,
Shinning cars,
Glitter and lace,
Neon and McDonalds.
I have traveled far,
From home,
In these journeys,
And yet always,
I am home.
Sharing love
With friends I love,
Sets me apart
from the mundane gray;
And sparks fire
Inside my soul.
I think this ought to be expanded, it stops abruptly leaving the reader wondering what happened. Good though H
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Interesting concept, the sharing of vice... Not bad!