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To my (dear_) friend

nonsenses to myself

Your stood by me more times than I can imagine.
You gave me the urge to live only not to disappoint
you
My friend stood as my blank point,
No blank slate could erase you from me.
 
I envy you by your bold choices of life,
And lament not to have given you the truth
As happy I see you came into being what one deserves.
 
Maybe I could have loved you,
Getting into you,
O master manipulator,
Apart the fact of wanting the best,
Damn you,
Your flowers rotten in a place of nowhere.
A spot where, there, nobody is,
Only my admiration for your skills.
 
I have received many notifications.
Seldom any kind of saudation,
As in the yearly “State of the Nation”
and yet it’s your brightly,
Gentle presence ~fucking head~
A monster over this bed,
A good soul buried under,
All remains simply asunder.
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