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Four pennies, he owed her;
worth of those are better
in the little's eyes.
He could pay for the treasure:
solely loyalty and gratitude;
he didn't, why?

He opened his hand,
leaving the little expecting,
but all he probably gave was
fake gratitude.
She, on the other hand,
was singled out, with or
without this unhealthy friend's
lax attitude.

She was hoping
she didn't have to cry
just for a reason like you;
she was hoping
you understood why
you kill her this way, too.

You shuffled this puzzle
your friendship built;
there's no way any liquid
dampens this kind of wilt.

She would be
leaving soon, and
she would be
telling you when
she does,
"I have to thank you
for the friendship you
owed so much to."

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