Being wild, rough and lonely sometimes I managed to live
I then come across you
Nebula of calm you appeared to me
Obsessions were palliated there after for
You outstretched a hand of amity
Many blues turned pink and more colorful
You remained a back up through
Friend you were true and pure to me
resplendent colors and images you gifted me
In my hands that magic brings me back to life
ego and hate had no place to stay in between us
nothing but affection rarely expressed spread
Dawns to Dusks and years to years you remain friend.
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