If the last was not enough,
well, here is another,
And if the other was too rough
well, at least we have each other
still, for a friend carries a price
most with hearts are willing to pay
even if that friend entice
your lust and make you fray
at the edges-like, unravelling slowly
finding yourself in a predicament
where without that friend life feels lonelier
and worthy, somehow, of lament.
This one is for you, in all my confusion
I feel as if I ought to like you,
Or at least live in that delusion
just in case you feel it too.
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