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Her Friendly Face

Warmth,
warmth rushes through me.
Love,
love flows through me.
Hate,
hate is withering from me.
Beauty,
beauty is all I can see.
From Her hazelnut eyes,
to her long brown hair.
From her slender body,
to her ambitious dare.
Her lovely smile never fades,
from the remnants of my mind
Her friendly face,
will always say;
“You are my friend,
  my best buddy indeed.
  You are the one
  I call to in need.”
So I think of Her everyday,
with nothing but pure gratitude to say.
I will always remember,
Her friendly face,
and the way She had smiled at me.

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