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I was Told, It Was Cold

The definition of friendship is well explained here in the poetry, I was told.
It was cold, I was told

He was a dick I already knew,

Though I was going by toeing

He was cruel I was sure

But he was one of my best friends.

We were heading into the dark

Like sitting on a cold iron tank.

A gutter dumps us leaving the scars

Alone on the way in the midnight,

Where there no bikes and cars.

We headed to his girlfriend's house

Like two dark shadows walking slowly like mouse

He whistled near the gate when the colony was asleep

On the 1st floor

Dim light coming from a window dear

Quickly flung opened,

He looked at me when a waiter gates amount in token.

She threw a rope and descend

I saw her in front of us, she handed him cash

Who was every time on her depend?

While returning hungry stomach made me ask

I am hungry, can we have some snacks

He tapped on my back and said let's go jack

We came back to our home

Too late at 4 am

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