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My Friends
After his great joys apart

My friends, know when to meet again?

 
To me is the way the road from him

Longer walks me on a flight

I love carving up hands

Pointing ragged ridges creased visibility

A "friend" where who knows!

To draw a sharp fist peace

In remote places, the constant frost

I try to keep warm heart

Skin tattoo went, rough hands

Keeping a clear focus on the lips laughing

For this morning, missed you met me

Will immediately recognize that early poetry smile

I will listen to the warm fire

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