Friendship


It's random
Most people pass by.
Walking fast.
While the talking never lasts.
Yet there's the special few.
The few who I never had a clue that
I would get to choose.
Close to and forever amused.
I can say most things tent to last with
The people you never expected to choose.
People stays around.
While friendship stays forever.

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