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When
Coming home afterschool
on a cloudy Friday afternoon
having my friends call me
sharing there fascinating day
The way there boyfriends hug them
The way they spoke with innocent eyes
~`.*.`~.*.`~.*.`~.*.`~
I lay there on my sofa
drifting off into space
away from the phone
away from my friends
away to find my beloved of my own
Ahh, I remember those days...your time will come. Meanwhile, your poem paints a very vivid picture. Keep up the good work, I'd like to read more. =) ~Jenny