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Seven Day Friend

By soletsdance, hoopeston, IL

Is something wrong my seven day friend?
I thought you said this mood would end
The toussled hair, the vacant eyes
They tell the tale of which your tongue lies
You haven't slept, homework overdue
I'm telling you kid, I'm concerned for you

You hang your head and mumble low
A greeting like the muddy snow
Hands in sweatshirt, comfy warm
I'm just glad you're out of the dorm
Shuffling feet, internal breath
Conversation lacking depth

Despite the jokes and smile too
There's just not something right with you
You get remarks from friends known well

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