Even gators fear to land
As close as to a fire honed
Are the number of my friends
But strange, there is a peace I keep
I understand that we are different
As our frequencies don't meet
You are wise to keep a-distant
Better it is to be apart
than to be uncomfortable
A glimpse into Jeremiah's heart
Strange; sweet instead of bitter
So if I leave without a soul
to remember my existing
May I have peace enough to know
I've never stopped from loving.
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