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he is my friend

by apatel2

As he made my blood boil and harmed my in ever way i still relied on him , he is my blood , my heart , and my comfort he shall be damed one day and treated honorably the next yet I treat him as my one because he is my blood, he is my heart, and he is my friend.

 

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart. &nbsp;</p>

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