Come along now, dear friend, come along.
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Beaming, shining, blinding-
My friends' beauty snatch my gaze from me.
Smiling, beckoning, inviting-
My friends call out to me.
Enticing, alluring, captivating-
My friends demand attention from me.
Embracing, confiding, welcoming-
My friends open their arms to me.
Begging, screaming, pleading-
My friends attempt to 'save' me.
Touching, trusting, spilling-
My friends intimately regard me.
Praising, blessing, thanking-
My friends do what's 'right' for me.
Bleeding, opening, giving-
My friends. My blades.
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I'm on my way my, dear blades, I too will soon be inanimate.
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PoetryA new take on 'peer pressure'. Some friends mean well but don't always do well. There is a fine line between wrong and right.