Friends. What is one? Not just the average person that what's the best for self. Not someone in another level in which without them live comes undone. A better half. A please don't go off it were just that. Bests. From an inner place that never seems to quit. Placing all bets to mingle into the tickle of loosened ribs. What is one? How can one tell while being in the run? Of the depths that have in the balance. Waiting to be seen hung from talons. Ready to take flight if the possibility exists. Wanting sighs breathed upon their lips. Who in the fuck are they? In the coming n going of the transformation of faces in a cycle that never fuckin ends. What intent is ever meant? Tell someone who cannot tell what the fuck is going on. A drifter losing the fight falling into porn.... Fuck. Shit. Damn it. It's there a such thing as luv?
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