Your friendship is my heaven at the end of this rutted road, the sanctuary from storms that whip, that surge to lash blood from lips to tongue. And i see you friend, I do, upon your lonely track, working your way to our destination. Step. Step. Keep going. Step. For I will be your heaven, your sanctuary and salve with kisses of clover honey.
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