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Friends are...

Poetry By: poet 3
Young adult

Tags: Friendship

This is very cliche!

Submitted:Jul 31, 2007    Reads: 137    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

Friends are...

The sight of a knife slipping through your heart,

The sound of a Harp humming in your ears,

They are the feel of paper on your wet hands,

The look of a smile etched forever in your mind,

Friends are the bitter taste of blood on your lips,

While handing you a rose.


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