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Dear Lifelong Friend
Frosted thoughts, in me, abide
By frozen memories, that dim ice-blue,
Blowing eternal wintriness.
Snows that white all passing summers
Bestow my wind a naked dress:
No warm coat could wrap what we knew;
Moments we shared, now cold outside.
We were two atoms, clashed in a universe,
Swirling through its nebulous path.
Your stars shone and mine burnt out
Because our orbits were lost about
In a galaxy, milked, but without wrath,
Retaining the cream, richer, or worse.
Scurrying around with the laughing herd,
We fought against, to show what we‘d been.
Chasing the same gold-haired girl;
Hear her voice--you know who I mean.
The best times, still, remain unanswered.
Lost in you, was I, somehow
Your other brother, so you kept unto me.
Till my world’s end, you’d forever be,
The endless one, much lighter now.
Of timeless summers, remain no flowers;
Gardens we grew, now footsteps in leaves.
May this closing line toast all those hours.
By frozen memories, that dim ice-blue,
Blowing eternal wintriness.
Snows that white all passing summers
Bestow my wind a naked dress:
No warm coat could wrap what we knew;
Moments we shared, now cold outside.
We were two atoms, clashed in a universe,
Swirling through its nebulous path.
Your stars shone and mine burnt out
Because our orbits were lost about
In a galaxy, milked, but without wrath,
Retaining the cream, richer, or worse.
Scurrying around with the laughing herd,
We fought against, to show what we‘d been.
Chasing the same gold-haired girl;
Hear her voice--you know who I mean.
The best times, still, remain unanswered.
Lost in you, was I, somehow
Your other brother, so you kept unto me.
Till my world’s end, you’d forever be,
The endless one, much lighter now.
Of timeless summers, remain no flowers;
Gardens we grew, now footsteps in leaves.
May this closing line toast all those hours.
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