Friends for Life.

I was left for dead

in a house full of rats

where the rooms were

decorated with treachery and betrayal.

 

I was left for dead

in a house full of rats

denied a decent grave

it’s as if I never existed

but the rats knew I was there.

 

I think they dream of me

I know I still dream of them.

We talk about you when our eyes are closed

and we plan to

visit you

soon

for a bite.

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