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#10 eternally grateful
the depth of our bond is the kind that nothing will ever suffice,
the kind of stomach ache that didn’t hurt as we laugh.
we are vulnerable in the absence of any risks,
nothing else to worry other than just exists.
always stand next and not the back,
never once you pull back, and that’s the fact.
I have always been scared of the thunder,
but the most safe in the arms that you put me under.
it doesn’t matter cold or warm,
you’d accept me in any kind of form.
can never be put into label,
what I must say, I am eternally grateful.
though this will come to an end,
I will never stop from being a friend.
PEACH, 2021
