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Losing A Friend (Free verse) by venusdemilo

I remember the times we spent laughing at the stupid things we said. I remember listening to your problems And you asking for advice In a field I had no experience in. I remember the misunderstood words we exchanged And the last I remember was the feeling I had Knowing you were gone. We were no longer a we. The feeling i had knowing I could no longer call you a Friend.

poetandknowit 23-Aug-02/9:15 PM
What you cannot come up with your own shit to say. Fuck it, if you can call it what it is then what the point. What are you, some fucked up Englishman who tries to save every trite fucking wannabes feeling. Tell them to get some fucking skin. If you want to show your poetry, send out your poetry, or let people read your poetry, then you better expect someone to come along and say it is shit. Quit being a wuss. If this poem were good, I would have said so. And what I said was constructive. She can get a job paying her 40K a year to write this shit.




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