From less than a friend
To that person like no other
Slowly inching to become the one who will know me more than my own mother.
From a slip in my game to a home run
I know that no matter what, you're the one I can count on
When in a good mood or bad
You hold me, hand in hand
But will stay nameless for the reason below
There's more than too many names to list properly and I'd prefer that my poems flow
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