FRIENDS

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Disturb me while overthinking,

hold me to surface while sinking.

Never stops me when I cry,

but give a shoulder to rely.


Not something essential to exist,

not something in a usual wishlist,

not as important as dioxygen,

not make me feel warmer than sun.

But still the warmth of their existence,

makes me feel the life's essence.


It was never a constant good phase with my friends,

but their friendship's reminiscence has my death as it's grenz.



@Gravebox:-)

This is for Bhavs ❤



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