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Mar 2012
"Friendships" crumbling
not like a cookie crumbles
although it was that obvious from the beginning
relationships began in haste
     grasping
     searching
     latching on
     we are no longer alone! so ti must work forever (right?)
will end in haste
tasting what you thought you had
     no, it was not a cookie
     more of a clump of dirt, actually
     something you wanted to try, once
     wondering how it would taste
     then spitting it out, crunching the crumbly clump of dirt
it was so predictable
what is shielding your eyes?
keeping you from seeing the truth, the future
even now, you refuse to see
you keep forcing the pieces
     no matter how hard you try, the dirt will always crumble
          will always taste gritty, unpleasant, wrong
     the dirt will always crumble
just let it be
accept it
it will not work
you are only hastily pushing the dirt together
one more week
one more month
but the dirt will turn to dust
just like your "friendship"
Written by
Marine Andreson
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