It’s a dark day, frigid and wet outside
Inside the musk of dander and smoke soar
The ceiling, little one sleeps, ill implied
By the quiet notions of grief endured
Saddened by my emaciated friend
Who has only ever given pure love
Slump and gloom can turn no buck, ill will end
And my faulted heart can afford no glove
Save her and I will sacrifice our bond
Forfeit her for her benefit of health
Glimpsing through the glass, thoughts I can’t abscond
She’ll be defeated, a pain I’ve once felt
Assured that she will be offered new life
I pull into the lot where the brick God
Awaits, a gentle kiss, and stance of strife
They took my friend away, and my heart throbs
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