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For a friend
Lies to self-preserve?
Please don't;
I know the truth.
Let us carry on
In the seratonin bliss
Of our swiftly dimming youth.
Deciet negates the trust
That warmed my broken heart.
My soul needs no convincing
... but my mind is another part.
Spare me your assumption
That I'm slow to understand.
Perhaps I hold an idea
Of what it means
To grip and smother sand.
And if, by chance, you should decide
That you might hold me dear
Do not waste a moment--
Take my hand,
Spit out your fear.
Tomorrow never comes
And then arrives too soon.
When I am nestled under wing
Will you appreciate this boon?
Now is still a gift.
It's one that's rarely chosen.
Will you untie the ribbon,
Or let it sit and spoil
Eternally unopened?
