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Posted on April 4, 2010 by Nicholas Alexander

The End

It is the end
the end of a friend
She spoke too soon and
up in flames it went
too hot to hand out
too hard to regulate
the spark took to flame
and it burned it all out
It is the end
the end of a friend
judgement day too severe
to survive or
apologise for lies

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