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Sep 2018
We met on the fields of battle,
back and forth are blades rattled.
After I nearly came to my demise,
out reached a hand and gave me a surprise.
It was on that day that I came to realize,
that friendship could be had at the brink of death.
We then continued forward, giving our enemies there last breath.
A pal to travel through the lands for laughter,
a new friend to look forward to hereafter.
Some think that it's all just a game,
but finding a friend is something I'm proud to claim.
Nicholas Paul Reiser
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Nicholas Paul Reiser  31/M/Houston, TX
(31/M/Houston, TX)   
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