Friends remain intact
However distance boggles
And time crucifies
An old wound
And an old soul.
I will be there
Though the body is not seen.
I will be there
Though memories
Are not long remembered
To surpass time's roving tides.
I will be there
Though death be the oppressor.
And I shall battle death
For the totem that is not possessed,
But cherished.
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