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On the dark side of the moon
where death comes sooner
then expected;
at theedge of heartbreak
we both take
a leap into the umknown;
 at the center of loneliness
we dip into a pool
of tears
and thrash around
desprate not to drown;
we both reach out
for a life preserver, something to hold on to
something sturdy
something new.
That's when we seen it,
a bouy
called freindship
bobbimg up between us
and swim tward it
for all we are worth
 and we meet there,
 somewhere
in the middle.