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You met him just like others before him,  he was rough and very very raw.
You detested him,  saw him below your level.  
He wormed his way into your heart and became part and parcel  of your being.  
He had nothing, no life,  you breathed purpose into him.  
He used to crawl, you became his legs.  
A blind fellow who had no vision, you gave him sight and reason to live.            
Just as a fish can't forget to swim,  
just as a donkey itches to bray.
  His past at times calls him and he relapses.  
Two backslides you forgive,  then warn him.
Just like a bad *** that doesn't forget to ****.  
You argue with him on his fortieth relapse.  
Being the human being you are,  a child like him.  
You call it quits,  

Like a river drained of its water,  like a night stolen of its stars. Like a farm without its produce or a bee without its sting,  
he is.
He tries to stand, you were his feet.  Opens his mouth, your were his voice.
He tries to think you were his brain.
And looking at his heart, he has none.
And that's  ******* a man
Ma
What is friendship if it's just for PR,  what kind of friendship  if am a Prop. If your worst  you keep and your best you share,  then am just a cover friend,  ribbon to be seen and not a bolt to tighten.                                         Melon kind of friendship,  a political type of relation.  It's not for colleagues. Let our boundaries be marked level be known. Am just toe deep but you treat me as shoulder deep.  Now am weary  careful and dreadful.  We know and av known.  My status as know.
Melon friendship
Alex I:
Just human are humans,

If I had the power, I would make you an artery that every second of the day from my heart you would receive messages.
If you were a neurone then very thought and plan of my mind would be crystal clear.

Like a cloths i. Would put you on so that every now and then a hug would be.

But  frailty of humanity makes me available as I am right now in electronic space
Acc, humanity
The beauty of the flower is by it remaining in the stalk. The beauty of the sun is in the midday when its in the sky. The gorgeousness of the night is the presence the moon and the stars. The goodness of telegram is knowing, that I will find you or your msgs. The goodness of friendship is in predictability and acknowledgement of your predictability.
Thanks dear friend
Alex I:
Every birth seems normal until the one born is super normal. In her hand she controls a thousand galaxies, in her heart she encompasses the one she loves, in her mind her path so clear but the vision blurry.
She writes on the book using tears, she whom the sun smiles at and the moon winks. She whose eyes sparkle like stars. As she heaves ,her sigh like the pilot whale so serene so rare. Her fingers are like a sculptor, she molds and fashions all she desires. She is like a whirlwind so full of strength, yet so mellow. She brights the day with a smile, cools the afternoon with her laugh and sizzles the night with her sweet cuddles. A woman so rare that diamonds and pearls are named after her.
Would you rather illuminate a room for days on like a candle, or for a split of a second release all your light and light up the whole valley like  lightening.
Its battle of consistency and baby steps, or breaking rules norms and doing giants leaps
Is it candles or lightening
She greeted me as a brother , our talks seemed a bother. She just looked at me as her usual stranger. Nothing new just the cold ambers.
The as we were leaving, I heard she was to pass by his place, to leave him some case. Just the mention of his name, her eyes lit, she had a tremor and in her eyes I saw it.
Just like a propane filled house explodes, she welled.
Uneasiness came over her, and like a teenager, she was just longing for his touch.
It might not be a wonder that she had him in her, it might just be that her heart was fully for him. And know am just the shell, she lit her old fires and they long and burn for him.
Each dreams she has is about what ifs, how life would have been different with me out of the picture and him in.
Its complex now, there kids to deal with, and the society look.

Thou in another place another country her hearts passes the bounders and enjoys his embrace, though on phone, or social media.

Its hand to pretend, when an old flame has been lit
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