I had a friend
Who called me that
A very
Long
Time
Ago.
She's passed
But there's a
Stranger
Who comes when
My friend is called
Roams in
Her skin
Speaks through
Her teeth
Though I hear
Through the lies
Spewed
That is not
The voice
I knew
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
January 3rd, 2009
Poem by bamboo boy at 8:26 PM
Labels: death, poem, relationships
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