Letter to Friend

Dear Friend,

Yesterday, I didn't know I want to become a lot of you

You had no magnificent eyes
You had no charming smiles
You had no soft hand to hold on

Half an hour ago my benevolent retina
saw through a skin of mist, the total you

sitting with an on-street human
with your magnificent eyes alleviating his pain
with your charming smile spread itself onto his dried lips
with your soft hand drawing out a boiled egg

Today, I don't know how to become a lot of you

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