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Friends are...

Poem by: poet 3

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This is very cliche!

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Submitted: July 31, 2007

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Submitted: July 31, 2007

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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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Friends are... Friends are...

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Genre: Young Adult

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