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For a close friend.

Marred by lyph,
Always a smile through strife,
Walking each mile at a time,
Every word sublime,
Never scared to speak the truth,
Even if it meant sitting alone in the booth.

You were there when the world came crushing,
But never one to be rushing,
A lively soul,
And the first to enroll.

Ready to run the marathon,
A champion,
We'll miss you now,
Our hearts last Bastion.

Author's Note

Submitted because I wondered how other people might view it. Written for a dead friend who is sorely missed, but don't let that dissaude you from being honest/critical.