GM: This poem is pretty much all encompassing; it can be referring to any of the characters, but its written with the first few chapters of Naruto in mind, during the academy days.
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Each wooden row
the desks stood
in twilit glory
as the morning
sun shone off their
polished surfaces.
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And it could not be disguised
the deep etched marks
skritchety hearts
and crossed out notes
from early days.
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A dull kunai
lies abandoned in the corner,
just waiting for
young hands
to pick it up again
and carve words of love
into the hard wood.
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It's a child's kunai,
wood is softer than flesh,
but they don't know that.
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