I know about you from a morning
next to the beach.

You were a writing genius.

I had
The color of the chasms
And the fear around me.

After I found out about you,
And you were a young man
With a surprising wit,
I was full of pride
for being your friend.
When on my brow tired
Thousand duplicate paths without meaning
they guided my destiny.

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