My Best Friend
My best friend (at the time)Could be rather cold.
But had a hot temper
Spitting fire.
No conscience
Nor scruples
And if required
Would efficiently have killed me.
Celebrated in Victory
Consoling in defeat
How long till our friendship
Is considered obsolete ?
Poetry by Yanto
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Written on 2015-11-30 at 01:01
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