He is my best friend;
most trustworthy of all!
He is always there,
holding my psyche
in his tight clasp.
If I need him, if I do not,
If I want him, if I do not,
he is just there,
ever present
with his growing naked roots
and entangling secret branches
hovering and collecting
loose ends of my thoughts,
half silhouette, half seen,
knotting up the layers and
cervices of my soul.
When everyone leaves me, he stays,
my most faithful of all,
my best friend,
omnipresent like a prophecy
weaving my day and night,
throbbing and hammering,
HEADACHE,
he is my best friend,
most reliable of all!
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