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An apology for probable Friends

I apologize most solemnly

To every sick,

Son of a bitch

Who evoked in me

A desire to diminish

Their assets and accolades,

In the groove of 

An undulating adolescence.


Forgive me, friends

It seems to me

I hated you not

For what you had

Or the things you achieved

But for the guardian commemorations

That you received from you folks

And mine too.


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