Hence,
we look at our toes
Insignificant little things
And we think: I can live
Without them...
But when they are gone
Oh dear! Don't we wish
They were part of our bones?
That is how it is
With friends
No that they are insignificant
But they are missed as well!
The true ones, I meant.
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