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Best Friend
: I realize it's a dumb name for a poem. But the poem is too short for a real name, and too special to be buried.
We move like the chase of day and night
You the dark and I the light
Each follows in the other's path
One to cry and one to laugh.
One for night and one for day,
Don't listen when the strangers say
"This love, too, shall pass away."
I stand beside you, come what may.
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