My friend,
My best friend,
in the back yard
sleeping...forever.
We meet in realms
of bliss & night,
To run
& scream
& sing
one more.
My friend,
My only friend,
in my mind
& gleaming.
We meet again
forever more,
My friend of old
in being.
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