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Nov 2012
These eyes you seek
Belong to me,
Not you,
So let me tell you what I see;
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A bleeding friend
Who says to me,
"*******,"
Then walks away all casually.
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My closest neighbor
Who said to me,
"Thank you"
As I healed him magically.
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A bleeding friend
Who says to me,
"Help me"
While screaming in agony.
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My closest neighbor
Who said to me,
"Leave him."
But I helped you out of sympathy.
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A bleeding friend
Who asked me,
"Why?"
But I couldn't find an answer.
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My closest neighbor
Who asked me,
"Why?"
But I couldn't find an answer...
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A bond of friendship
Can be mended,
But to me it's not
Recommended.
History repeats itself.
Stanley Zakyich
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Stanley Zakyich  America
(America)   
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