Poem Seven: Old Faces

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Leaning against the same wall
We seem to spend everyday
Still I wouldn't change it
We just couldn't always stay

Today marks the end of hell
Marking the start of the new time
I don't want to leave though
I still feel in my prime

We say we will still talk
Yet we say our final goodbyes
Maybe we'll say hi again
No matter hard we try

We walk towards our future
Past the iron gates
Emotions tighter than ever
None of us knowing our true fates

Months past and we hadn't noticed
Everyone just seems to move
Changing into our new life's
Wanting to find a better groove

A chill wind takes our soul away
Along with the memories of our past
Our former comrades in life
Becoming something that didn't last

Sometimes I see your name pop up
Appearing on my Facebook wall
Thought I don't think it's really though
Our friendship paying the final toll

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