How could it happen
My friend Alessandro has died.
I slipped up not seeing him when we were there.
He and I knew how close we felt,
We both let our friendship slip.
This was an accident.
Somehow we got away.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
How could it happen
My friend Alessandro has died.
I slipped up not seeing him when we were there.
He and I knew how close we felt,
We both let our friendship slip.
This was an accident.
Somehow we got away.
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