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So...Are We Still Friends?

So…are we still friends?
You wrote on my hand
And I laughed at the thought
Of giving you up
While I glared at the markings
And I tried to reply
But I felt insincere
As I muttered, ‘Of course’
It doesn’t feel right
And it hasn’t of late
To be lying on our bond,
Though it may be breaking
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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