They told me
That old bonds bind better
Than new fake finds
And I have kept faith
Feeding the worn out bonds
With the latex of my latest gifts
I have shielded the bond
From the glare of the sun
And the heat of the fire
Here I am
Waiting for the glue
To bind again
And refresh my friendship.
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