Party

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A party,
what a special treat..
Fake smiles and nervous laughter,
feeds the monster in me..
Cure in my pocket,
poison on my hands..
Walking through the room,
I greet as many people as I can..
Stop by the punch bowl,
drop a vile in on my way out the door..
Climb into my car,
out to find another crowd to explore..

- C. Pantoja

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