To My Very Wrong Friend

A Poem by IComeAnon

What would I do

If you weren't my friend?

You said not everything is a metaphor.

Not everything needs to be deep and understood

And I was Angry

Nearly violent.

What I would do

If you weren't my friend!

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Added on October 11, 2010
Last Updated on October 11, 2010

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