(2004) Misery - Poem by Deana Rode
Hello old friend,
it seems like only yesterday that I saw you last;
we must walk in the same circles
to run into each other so frequently...
Although I wish it wasn't so
I do enjoy the company;
you feel like an old sweater
when you and I intertwine...
Warm and comforting you are to me
protecting me from the raging storm;
even though in truth
you're nothing at all.
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