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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #1322216
I wrote this poem after attending a friend's calling hours and funeral service
My best friend
So cold
When I touch him, he feels
So fake
His body
So still
My knees
So weak
My eyes
So full
I start to shake
I can no longer stand
My best friend
So cold
So pale
So...
Dead

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