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Somebody

No, he is not my friend. He's not my enemy. We are just strangers, with memories. We stopped talking, If we see each other, We keep on walking. I don't know what he thinks. If he even has those thoughts... I would doubt that... He could have told me, Plenty of times, And he still wouldn't have me bought.

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 5/18/2013 2:58:00 PM

Danielle, i like your open mind to the memories that don't matter, or feelings that would not make a difference. Your poem reminds me of a song called "Somebody I use to know." and if you ever consider changing the title to the poem... you should go with the word "SOMEBODY."... The word can take you deeper than a memory... I enjoyed your poem.. thank you for sharing.. Linda

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 5/7/2013 9:55:00 AM

The title is good as it is Danielle. - A friendship that you've "grown" from, have no more words to share. - I like it, well done my friend. - Have a nice day. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)