Friends
by me(whatever)
to this song: Sky fish
It didn't matter where we began.
we were happy.
we are happy.
within the dot spinning invisible on this Earth;
hardly noticeable to God at all..?
We appeared, born, in this
beautiful, corrupted city we met each other.
For the sake of enclosing the letter,
each of us quiet about the spots living had given us
in the facility of modern brainwashing (a.k.a. education)
our eyes held contact,
and we silently held hands.
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