a friend is dead
my friend is dead,
i watched her sleep in the burning fire
she was covered with flowers
as she turned into ashes underneath
but i thought it was just a dream
i will meet her again at her house where we used to play
i am at her house
but the house isn’t her anymore
its occupied with people
nobody i know
and they have asked me to join
but i won’t
but i won’t
because it would make her cry
it would make her angry like she used to be
now that i have waited long
i realised she wouldn’t come
the dreams i thought, was not a dream
my friend has died
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