Our Last Cup
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aidanaro
aidanaroJust a guitarist here
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poem that is supposed to be about two best friend Samurai warriors that were forced to fight in war.

Our Last Cup

My helmet falls, and I let out a sigh

I glimpse at my friend I want to cry Does he think this is the end? His presence made me feel safe Now I spot anguish on his face

We sit under a blossomed tree As we drink our tea

My friend and I are tough It gave us pride Yet they though it wasn't enough Now we try to hide

We had dreams Yet we were forced to forget them Now our nightmare's gleam We have to Buck up

For this is our last cup

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