is hard, hard to take,
to swallow.
friendships wither
on the vine.
brittle
and old,
spoiled in the sun
too long.
unwatered,
thorny and poisoned
wrapped
around
the chain link fence
of their
own mind.
i cut at the root.
it's time for it to die.
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