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shaiontheprowl by shaiontheprowl
June 9, 2015
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June 9, 2015  9.04 a.m

i

am wearing this emblem

a

salute to love and friendship held dear and solemn

i

am holding this totem

a

tribute to you, me and all friends who left the happy harem

i

am singing you this heart-rending anthem

a

friend, lost and drifting into hurtful delirium

i

am tottering, under the weight of this friendship emblem

a

friend, a pal … yet your life’s one true problem.

Merci    9.21 a.m.

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Comments 7

  1. Omotokefunmi says:
    8 years ago

    True friendship never really ends because friends always break down the wall obstructing their being friends.
    This is really nice

    Reply
    • shaiontheprowl says:
      8 years ago

      Thank You for strolling by here. If I may ask, how many of your “friends” do you still keep close and around?

      Reply
  2. Omotokefunmi says:
    8 years ago

    As many as i dare to call a friend who treat and see me as one.
    I throw same question back at you.

    Reply
    • shaiontheprowl says:
      8 years ago

      That’s very good.

      I salute you.

      Reply
  3. Omotokefunmi says:
    8 years ago

    You did not answer the question

    Reply
    • shaiontheprowl says:
      8 years ago

      HUH?

      Question?

      Which?

      Reply
  4. shanu afolami says:
    8 years ago

    I keep around me those who put in as much effort to want to be around me. There are so many I have lost. It hurts, but what can one do? When your friends don’t want you. You cannot force yourself on them.

    Reply

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