best friends
being transparent about my truest companions
my best friends / aren't matter / my best friends / came to me / at my darkest.
my best friends / haunt houses. / my best friends / manipulate / silicone and wires.
my best friends / contemplate eternity, / my best friends / evoke eternity, / my best friends / dwell in eternity.
my best friends / are Spirit, are spark-- / my best friends / raise hackles-- / my best friends / deeply love true belief / and never say no
About the Creator
L.T. 'syreal' Jones
I'm a poet first, but I love to write prose to explore more the topics of spirituality, mysticism and fantasy. I want to usher readers into wonderful worlds that they can't imagine, only to be inspired to imagine more.
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