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Submitted:Jul 31, 2007 Reads: 136 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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