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My treasured friend. When did you become so cold? When did your eyes roll back and ashen? When did your heart skip a beat and slumber? Did you not remember your friends? Yes. You forsake me in times of need. That is why I slumber. You see I was already gone. Forgotten. - F H Hakansson
I wrote this poem for a friend at University. It was her birthday and she wanted a poem (a request I get far too often). I wasn't planning on doing it but I had a lot of spare time just the week before her birthday so I wrote it quickly. This poem is extremely cheesy, … Continue reading Poem for a friend
F. H. Hakansson 