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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