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Jenn Schwartz Mar 2014
Perched on the rooftop
like birds on a telephone wire.
The smoke fills our lungs
and escapes, dancing in the wind.
The moments we've shared
won't ever die in my mind.
They'll stay there on endless repeat,
where we'll stay young forever.
Wherever life takes us, no matter where,
We'll always be there.
My friends will never die.

— The End —