you were not friends with me
we knew not each other
so how could one even bother
meet did the eyes 1/2 way, bewildered
but for a weary cause being summoned
head held high with dignity
feet did move your way swiftly
with many a lashes of the knout
ups and downs and insides out
friends we become that share
the most intimate of them you dare
a gift to self and rid of it all
a note to flee from this foul
left, side to firm no bound but pitty
back to hear but a remarkable reality
the past 1 year is gone
the present 1 year we lived
the future many years is ours
with blanks to be, color filled
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