When I’m fallen
I feel I’m flying
around my best friend
The cold cold winter
Can’t even bothers
He keeps me warm
Smiles to my face
No matter the case
fluffy and full of joy
He is so good to me
He is the best of boys
Maybe can’t talk at all
But always there if I fall.
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Author:
Jake (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 8th, 2024 21:12
- Category: Friendship
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