On friendship...
Smiles binding motion
An ocean flowing miles
Tiles ignorant to color
Lovers seeking hope
A catastrophe in order
To write the wrongful tides
A synonymous obstruction
To redestruct our lives
It's us who we call we
And them who we ignore
From the top of our guard tower
To the fastly approaching floor
We wait with our convictions
Muffling any optimistic sounds
And the heartbeats only stop
To fear space between the pounds
So the worrier never won
Because he was only one
Alone is a condition
Friendship; an ambition
That releases all the wild
From the secrets of the lonely
So too, show me a true smile
That has ever been an only
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