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Sep 2015
I have a friend,
and a friend she maybe.
Though life’s grasp has a hold on her,
She does the same to me.
We stand at the edge of a forgotten road,
looking back at mistakes of past lives untold.
I have a friend,
a friend she may be.
But sometimes I don't see how she can be a friend to me..
Nina A Attia
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Nina A Attia  Egypt
(Egypt)   
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