Quiet giggles in a cornerShared jokesLaughter and Yeats over a samosaBust-ups and making upThose were the days when anything wentAngry words soon forgottenInsults that never stuckFights and arguments the normBut the feelings remained the sameTime passedPeople changedWith it, the nature of friendshipWords became barbsLooks did killPatience and love, non-existant.This isn’t friendshipThis isn’t relationshipThis is nothing.And so,here we are today,askingwhat price friendship?
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