O My Endless Friend

O My Endless Friend

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Street O street, I walk through my day to you. With my sorrows clichéd, tied to yours. Step by step I meet your friends of dissemblance. Cause of peace lost in dust of your hair. Smooth desires of roughness on your skin. Joined with the promenade soul who desires not. I desire to be with you, O My Endless Friend. I will think on every pore of your distressed body. Yet my speech of sense has gone for a walk, Left nor right I may find you resting. But like a dead arrow in air pointing straight, I came from

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