Friends
April 13th, 2005


Words fail me
I look once, twice
I get caught
Crossfire of life
Struck me down
I flail, but no one hears
Where have you gone?
Distant voices
Grow cold
Without communication
And I’m left
With my cardboard box
Of memories.

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