Friends

I haven't any.

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Maybe.

Her eyes show pain

Her head is in vain.

Maybe she's sad

Maybe she's glad

But either way,

we will go away.

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He held her by the hips

He kissed her on the lips

His eyes on her smile

He'd go the extra mile

He'd make her laugh

He'd hold onto his half

She is his

That's how it is.

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