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An empty playground strewn with fallen leaves,
So vacant, phantom children run with glee.
In ages past we once were in that breeze,
Two girls, they hid and sought, laughing with trees.
Black hairs and eyes so youthly, beautiful—
Do we still bear the same resemblance now?
Well time has passed, yet bonds aren’t moveable,
We’ll always be best friends, no why or how.
I see you in the way you truly are,
You mean the world to me, you know that no?
Eternal love, in blood, and near, and far,
I’d leave my footprints for you in the snow.
The other day I heard that bulls have friends,
And as do fish, but ours just has no end.
For Elaine.