Comradeship
My comrade in the struggle
is my twin of destiny,
our personalities are intertwined
as if we never had but been together,
and I don't just only love her
but adore her senselessly
in fatal passions of eternity,
and I will gladly suffer for it
as a downright self-tormentor of profession.
Cure me not of this my plague,
but let me go on loving you forever
as the one friend I could never do without,
my bosom friend of destiny
and comrade of our freedom struggle of eternity.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2009-05-19 at 00:58
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