The friend of a friend, of a friend is a friend.
On, till the end.

For this friend need not bend knee to the plea of expectancy.
He or she, they or them, may be, on the other side of the clearly defined line of seperation that holds on to we.

Cheerfully, they will decline a call at arms, to link you to self realised perpetuity, for what they hear as a cry for help, is not for them to see. Indeed.

They heed the time, where not to intercede, for they, themselves, could be cleeved.
Their aim is not bleed.
Yet come what may, they'll come and stay, sometimes caged and lung for you, to air a fresher day.

It's they.
That friend of a friend, of a friend,
that check-lists the array, of remedies to plagues, in a single play.
They, that simultaneously negates, and placates.

They, that stray, to run by your side, and in a blink of an eye, have gone away, to surprise you again in the same way.
They, that paints you with pain, then lullaby the worried eyes to stains of yesterday.

They, that friend of a friend, of a friend.
On till the end.

They are what remain.
That friend of a friend, of a friend.

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