A DISAPPOINTMENT KEPT
Friendship is a house built on words, thoughts, and deeds
Held together by bonds of mutual trust
Without the latter, it is nothing but an empty shell
Which will let in the icy winds of winter
And crumble to dust in the heat of summer
I believed you
And I believed in you
But now I hear a wind blowing through the cracks
Whispering...
Soplona.
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