It is good to know you, friend
In your broken, olive-skinned smirk
You whisper hope crying out
From within your prison of
Reasonable, Rationalized
Heartache
It is good to know you, friend
With your dark eyes that
Smile your impish utterings
Into being: you bring grins
Forth from the reticent and
Willing
It is good to know you, friend
May we never be so far apart
That geography cools the warmth
Of your steady, encircling embrace
You are my brother, I'm always
For you
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