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Feb 2018
My two best friends,
They've changed so much
Since we first met.
We once were close,  
Though really,
Who isn't?
These are my
Two best friends.

I still see them often,
Each morning
Or evening.
When I drive home.
They always stand
On the same corner.
Not quite dead,
But not alive.
These are my
Two best friends.
Too sad to even describe,  really.
Kris Fireheart
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Kris Fireheart  33/M/Houston, Texas
(33/M/Houston, Texas)   
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